Carolines suicide. Probably everyone in our life reflected in most difficult period of life about suicide. Me too, yeah. But this short story will be not anbout me. This is fictional character. She was beatiful, blue eyes as deep as ocean, black hair that shine on the sun. She was 18, but looked at 15. And it seemed that her bright red cheeks it index her cheerful life... could you say, but not. This blue eyes was fulled pain, every night she cried and many tears felt on the pillow. In this black hair gray was hidden. You can say, she looked at 15, it is cool. But not! Adult hiding from his problem like child. And this red cheeks was not for joy and love of life. No, it was not physical attacks, it was a moral. "When i feel moral pain, when i feel myself sad and i dont know what to do, my blood starts racing madly and i feel as my face begin to burn" - this word she said one day before siucide. When she was buried, her skin was pale and soul loose. In a gloomy bath of a rented apartment by her, found her bloodied body and letter. "Do not blame anyone, it is my choise and now i am happy. People in our world are different, some good and some bad, envious and not, handsome and very handsome, but whatever we are, we should stay people. The name of this girl was Caroline, but what is your name? _______________________________________________________________- Forgive for the depression in your tape. Today i have such a mood.