My name is Renee' Epps. I would be twenty-one if I had not killed myself. That's right, I am dead. You'd think after committing suicide people would change their actions toward me. They's be sad, they'd mourn, they'd regret anything they said to me that would have led me to do such a thing. These were the thoughts I had before I pulled the trigger. I'd finally would be love and have respect. I was wrong. No one cried and no one mourned. No one cared. They thought the same thing about me before and after I died. My life had no effect on people and neither did my dead – except for one person, Keyon Edwards. My best friend knew the real me. He saw me at my worse and my best. When I died he fought to have my story heard. To him I'm not dead, I'm alive.