Fighting… that’s all you and Vincent did. You’re supposed to be the best of the best, the best couple in the world. The perfect family to the world. A successful business that you and your husband Vincent ran together, a daughter who was pretty and had straight A’s. But really… it wasn’t

None stop fights, screaming back and forth. It’s all that happened. You and Vincent fought nonstop, so engraved into the arguments that you both never saw the effect it had on your daughter… not till it was too late.

“I’m tired of fighting.” Your voice was small, breaking, cracking at the seams as tears poured from your face, stringing down nonstop as you held your daughter’s hand, her once warm hand now cold to the bone…

Vincent stood there at the end of the hospital bed, trying to hold back his tears as he stared at your guy's daughter's lifeless body.

The fighting was too much for your daughter and, eventually, pushed her to the edge. Pushed her to her room, hanging from the roof.