“Why did you leave Marilyn alone Lance, you're her father. You should watch out for her!" My mother stood furiously in front of my crying father. "I didn't think something like this would happen in the church Rachel!" he replied as he sat at the kitchen table with his hands on his head dissatisfied. "Well, it's It was like that!" Then she rushed upstairs with bloodshot red eyes. This conversation happened 2 years ago. I was sixteen years old hiding in the living room. I didn't like it when they talked like that, especially about me. Something happened really bad. Something I ended up dying for. My life was always protected. I wasn't allowed to go out. I always got good grades close to my age in church were our drummer Anthony and guitarist Derion. I had known them all my life. Derion had a cousin named James who I secretly dated. Everything was fine. James was tall and strong. However, he had a reputation as a bad boy. When I met him he was in a reformatory, but I thought nothing of it. I thought he was misunderstood and needed love, and I would go to the end to make sure he got it. When we got into the second month of our relationship we started having group calls with the other guys at church and their girlfriends. There was one conversation that stuck with me. “PARTY LINE” Anthony yells into the phone. Everyone on the phone laughs. Tonight's conversation was hilarious, but then it turned serious. “Marilyn, I love you with all my heart!” James muttered into the phone. “Huh,” I replied, because I couldn’t hear him. He said it louder, but he was mumbling. "James, I can't understand... halfway through the paper... ...."Guys, please help me, James iii...." I couldn't finish the sentence. Anthony puts duct tape over my mouth Derion had tied my hands. Then Anthony gave James a blindfold and said, "Would you like to do the honors?" The last thing I saw was James smiling as he put the blindfold around my head games and I was the game piece. When they were done they told me to get dressed and leave. James pulled my arm and said, "No one but me can protect you, and no one but me can punish you." they were indignant. After their speech I went up the stairs and cut my arm until the blood appeared. I tied a rope to the hook in my room and made a noose for my neck. I put a chair under the hook .Put the noose over my head and jump from the chair. I died that night and the last message I wrote was on my wall in blood. “I can punish myself!”