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I have never been afraid of death or dying. I have however always been scared of what is supposed to come after death. The hurt, the grief, the emptiness. I always wonder what if when I die, no one feels these? What if no one hurts? My name is Mia. I'm 18 years of age and I have lived in 17 children's homes in the past 4 years. My parents didn't love me. They said I was a mistake. Do you know what it feels like to be told you're a mistake? I guess not. But believe me it hurts. Eventually it all got too much so yes I admit I was a little out of hand. But any way I flipped and it's in the past now so no need to bring it up, right? Well that's what I thought until a couple of weeks age. So here I am sat in my room, my final week of foster care. Then I'm free to get a job, pay bills and be tied down by the laws of the land. There was a small knock on my door. I trundle over to open it and stood there all bleary eyed is Kevin, this 14 yr old wimp who, just because I stood up for him once, thinks I will all the time. Anyway Kevin asked me what my dad was called. "Lenny" I replied, obviously lying, but he didn't know that. Kevin put an envelope on my bed and walked out. Yes I admit I was curious so I went over and sat on the bed. Slowly I opened the white envelope. It seemed weightless in my hand. Inside was a pale blue piece of paper with two words written on it. "I'm coming!" Kevin was always teasing me with pranks and so on this was probably just another one. I placed the paper down and went back to my diary.