She exited through the kitchen and into the bathroom. I walked in to the kitchen and grabbed an apple and cut it up. I heard crying coming from the bathroom. I walked up to the bathroom door and listened against it. I thought I heard pill bottles opening and I swung the door open. Myra was lying on the floor. There was Tylenol all over the floor, dissolving in the blood that had come from Myra’s slit wrists. I screamed and Myra begged me not to worry. “I’ll be okay,â€? she said, “Don’t get the adults…â€? She passed out. I was with her the next morning when she woke up in the woods. I had carried her off so no one would find her like this. Her wrists were caked with dried blood. She lifted her head slightly, turned to the side and vomited. I held her head and asked, “Why Myra? We were trying to help kids like you. We were trying to save them. I thought you got over this?â€? She just stared blankly into my eyes. “I need more Tylenol.â€? she gasped after a few minutes of silence. I gave her one and turned away.