I have no hope left. The day after my death, I looked at the world around me, leaving my body forever. My memory has turned into fragments that I am desperately trying to put back together. My mother is a real songbird who dreamed of breaking out of her cramped cage. My father's eyes are always full of sadness and his fists are clenched with rage. A blond guy named August is a ray of sunshine made up of bright colors and goofy smiles. He was the one who gave me joyful moments that brightened my dark days. I don’t remember why I did the most terrible thing in my life and left these people. But I am determined to find out the truth.