His eyes are like a telescope. I look into them and I'm transported across the universe to a world I've never been.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.

But its not funny. Not to people who've been told they're losers their whole lives and believe they will never be anything else.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.