• In my room I sit, in front of my mirror.
    A single tear glides down my pale cheek as I stare at the bottle of pills infront of me.
    It teases me, this bottle.
    It's not my mother's medication anymore. No, now it's an escape.
    An escape from this life, this prison.
    Beside the bottle is my final note to you, my final kiss, my final gift.
    Your mother's ring, the one you gave me for my birthday.
    I shakily grab the pills, and make my way to the bed, sitting down.
    I pop the lid, and without a second thought, cram it's contents down my throat.
    It tastes sour, but I know it's worth it.
    I lye back and close my eyes, letting a sigh escape.
    Everything is fading, but I can still hear. My mother in the kitchen, making dinner. My father in the living room watching TV.
    You and my sister in the attic, where you think your unheard...
    I think a sob escaped, but it sounds like a labored wheeze.
    For the last time, I crack my eyes open. The note is on the dresser still.
    There's a message scrawled on it, but this message is also on the walls, the ceiling, the floor, written in lead, paint and blood.
    'I'm sorry I'm no everything.'
    I can't see now, everything has gone black.
    My body relaxes, and I prepare for my eternal sleep.
    Bye, mom. I'll miss your light laugh.
    Bye, dad. Don't worry, she still loves you, no matter how vague.
    Bye, Mae, my sister. You've betrayed me, but I still love you.
    And you. How do I say goodbye to you? Your hurt me, so much it's unreal, but I still love you with all my heart. But you don't love me, you love her, and I can't stand to see you unhappy.
    So I take myself out of the equation, and you and her can be together.
    I can't feel anymore, can't move. Slowly, I'm dissolving, my soul disappearing.
    Do I see a light? No, a tunnel. A hole in the ground, possibly.
    I walk into it with no fear.
    Going... going...
    Gone.