She was just 16. She was a very depressed and very emotional young girl and as she got older was fighting a lot of demons through her life of ups and downs. She got lost to addiction of drugs, several kinds of drugs... She just wouldn't break down and talk. She was so much like my sister and would bottle it all up inside 'til the breaking point, the early in the morning hours between 2 am - 9 am. My sister found her with a bottle of empty Tylenol in one hand and a needle in the other.. Worst call I ever had as an auntie. This young lady was as my own child, loved dearly.. Heaven gained an angel, we gained heartache.