Hey! This story is kinda sad, but I felt inspired by other stories, so I decided to write my own. I'll still be updating I Love You Not, so don't worry. I hope you like this!

I breathed in a sigh of relief. All my options were laid on my bed spread, giving me the power. No one could stop me. I smiled dryly. For the first time, no one would be able to stop me. No one would be able to stop my final act.

I moved my hands along the items, thinking of many ways. My fingers danced over the gun, tracing its pattern. The cool metal gave me goosebumps, and I sucked in the human feeling, remembering it well. I moved my hands to the bottle, the pills inside making a little song. They rolled around inside, dying to get out. I smiled again, my dry lips cracking. My fingers shifted to the rope, the rough texture reminding me of his voice. I choked back a sob, moving onto the next item.

"It's okay," I reminded myself. I kept chanting the words over and over, feeling nothing. "Soon, you'll feel nothing. It'll be better that way."

The knife glinted in the sunlight, making the steel a few degree's warmer. That was one thing I was defiantly going to miss. The sun. I breathed in the dust swirling around the air, and moved onto the next choice. A little tube of water. Or course, it had come from the full bathtub, but I need to put a sample out, to remember the option. Lastly, my fingers ran across the little piece of paper. If I dialed the number, the men could be here in twenty minutes, sweeping me away, waiting until night. Of course they would rape me first, multiple times, all of them. But who would care?

Not me.

I sighed, looking at my options. I decided, then turned around, looking at all the pictures. The bottles of alcohol sat next to them, along with a polished shot glass, each with the name of the person on it. I took the first one, and filled it to the brim with vodka.

"To you," I said, raising my glass, looking into the eye's of the senior portrait. He smiled back at me, encouraging me. "For ruining my life. For pushing me into this. The best mother fucker out there, voted number one for life." I winked at the picture, then swallowed the vodka down. I burned slightly, giving me satisfaction. I turned to the next picture, a slight frown forming on my lips.

"To you," I said, filling the little glass with whiskey, keeping my eye's on his. He though, seemed almost worried in hie student photo, begging me not to go. Or worried about his hair. Either one. "The cover up to the true story. You almost kept me here, but you weren't enough. It's a shame you won't here the truth from my own lips." I sucked back the whiskey, my eye's watering from the intense burn. The next picture involved many people, one of them more than the others. Their smiling face's stared back at me, the school photos grouped together. I filled the shot glass with tequelia, then raised it at their faces.

"To you guys, especially you, my dear," I said, looking at all the girls faces. They smiled back at me, some looking with more care than the others. The one I was really pointing out, looked so happy. "You helped my off the cliff, gave me the push I needed. You though, my darling, really helped. A queen without her crown, that was what I became. The princess with the false throne, was what you became. Now though, the queen is dead, and you can fulfill your spot. Congrats to you and you ladies-in-waiting." I rolled my eye's at the pictures for effect, then drank the alcohol. I turned to the last picture, the two faces in the frame looked so blissful, not realizing what their honey was going to do.

"And last but not least, to you guys," I filled the last glass with champagne, this one deserving to go out in a better style than the rest. "You might think you're not to blame, but you did help by pulling away at my time of need. You left, not realizing your daughter was dying, literally. You flew away, leaving me with only one option. I hope you like it." I drank the champagne, then but the glass down on the wooden table.

I turned back to the bed, and pulled the bottle off the purple and white pattern. I took out nine, and swallowed them all with the little bottle of bath water.

Next, I tied the rope around my waist, knowing too well that it matched my outfit perfectly. To go out in style, and a big bang, I could only dream.

Secondly, I took the knife and my wrists, watching the blood drip on the floor. Then, I cut the pictures at the neck of the figures, and stabbed the knife into the table.

Then, I swiped lip gloss on my lips, quickly. I pulled out three other papers, the number written on them the same as the first, I kissed all four, then laid them down next to each picture.

Finally, I picked up the gun, and pointed it at my heart. I smiled wide, and pulled the trigger. The burning felt nice, but then became almost uncomforale.

But I smiled wide anyways and watched the world go black

What do you think? I know I didn't use any names, but I thought it would be better that way. I really hope you like it! Please read and review!

xoxo, BoxerGirl345