What am I grateful for...

I spent my thanksgiving with family and friends, because we had a party at my house. Around 12am, a few cousins, friends, and I were watching a movie. Mind you, we've seen it all before, but it was the only way my friends and I could chill for awhile longer (strict parents...sigh). Anyway, the movie lasted till three, which was when my cousins, and friends left. I fell into bed around four. The next morning I pondered the insanity of the night before and I realized, my cousin didn't have to go and rent a movie. My friend's dad could've said "no, we're going home". I would've pestered them, gotten annoyed and upset, but I would've understood. They did it for me and for that I love them and am grateful.
I'm also grateful for my life and to my bestest friend, who gave me a second chance at it. No, he's not a doctor, just a very sensitive person. I was seventeen, sick and tired of being handicapped, and so like most teens today...I thought I'd slit my wrists. Now, my friend is so in tune with me, he knew what I was thinking from our conversations online. Plus, I told him about my plan. He has a twin sister, and they have twin telepathy. He wondered if it'd work with me, mostly because 2am in the morning and a guy showing up at my house is a no-no. I don't know what it was, telepathy or guilty conscience. All I know is I had the knife pressed at my veins and was about to cut but I heard his voice in my head...that scared me. So, coward that I am, I didn't go through. We spent the next few days talking about everything and thats when he told me "I had to try because if you aren't here for me, what reason do I have for living?" I've known him since second grade, call him brother, and there was no way I'd be responsible if he tried something stupid. Today's his 25th birthday and I'm the one celebrating it for him because without him, I wouldn't be here.
I'm grateful for Dr. Mccormick, she made me write this and realize how lucky I am to have friends and family who love me dearly.    

draft of something, i don't know what

Weathered by time and circumstances, she lay in the sun. 

Eyes closed and lips in a smile, she pondered the future.

It wasn't as bleak as it once used to be nor as lonely.

She looked at the vines trailing up the side of the house.

Even they has something to cling onto; brick or each other.

She ran her arms in the water, remembering love filled moments.

Being carried in the rain, as they rushed to make it to shelter.

Snuggling in bed while chaos reigned outside the door.

Having a rose hand delivered by a messenger.

Saying goodbye at the airport with a few promises.

Stretching, she pulled out her cell phone, checked the time.

He should still be awake, if not she'd just wake him.

Dialing the number she knew by heart, she waited.

"Salaam Janu. Kaisi ho?"