Choose Your Fate by Story of the Year

It was my choice. No one else's… not that they'd care.

My plan. My plan has always been to live a rich and fulfilling life and

die young.

I never specified the age before. I never thought I would die this young.

Parent's gone.

Not dead.

But gone, I left them. I'm not saying they weren't good parents.

They were. I just grew up, wanting to be free… kinda

Parents,

mine told me to do the best that I can;

I did, I graduated high school at the age of 16

the year I learned true freedom,

the year I learned to drive.

I learned to drive on a car my dad bought off the Black's, down on the rez.

it was the loudest vehicle in Forks,

but I was okay with it.

Dad taught me to drive at 15,

though he is…was, is the Chief Police officer here.

I saved up $5,037.21 from the various little odd jobs

and babysitting since I was 7

My parents raised me right, just differently than other parents

they encouraged individuality.

I love them, it saddened me that I knew what they didn't

I'd never see them again, and they'd never see me.

I left Forks, at 16, for a summer road trip.

Parents said okay, since I was done with school, till college

so they thought

I never told anyone my plan

I went to big cities, got various jobs,

lost them,

quit.

My favorite one was the one I took right before I came back.

This little bookstore,

in Ely, Minnesota

it was nice, peaceful.

it's what helped me with my decision

gave me a lot of thinking time

longest I stayed in one place

there in Ely.

I made my decision

to come back here,

to come home.

one

last

time.

My parents don't know I'm back.

I stayed in contact

with them for a while,

but then I broke it off

gently.

I think they came to terms with never speaking to me again.

A lot can happen in 2 years.

I stand outside of a

white, huge, old. deserted Victorian style house.

In the middle of nowhere…

in Forks.

Perfect.

I opened the window, which wasn't locked.

There was furniture

covered by sheets

hidden under a disturbing amount of dust.

no one will ever come back here.

The house was old,

the stairs creaked.

This must have been the nicest house

in the state in its day.

The bathroom.

gonna use it.

If anyone does find me

they don't want to find me

in my own feces.

That's what can happen

all the muscles in your body relax.

and you excrete everything that had been in your body.

yea… no one needs to see that.

It's a nice bathroom.

Done with that…

I have gotten a hold of some

of the ingredients in what they use for lethal injections.

It took a while, but I got them.

I lay on the bed now, find a good looking vein

Put the needle in

inject

wait for it to take over

I play my favorite song in my head

Clair de Lune

Debussy

It's been 3 minutes.

I feel drowsy

sleepy

I think I might close my eyes,

one last time

so at peace with this decision

and the world goes

black.