Looking around this cell, I sigh as I sign the final letter before sliding it into the envelope. My life has seriously went downhill in the last two years. Laying the letter on the stack of others, I stand and walk over to the wall of bars. "I'm done." I say motioning Abe over. Turning around I pick the letters up and with one last look at them, stick them out between the bars. "Deliver them in the morning. Don't read any of them before then. Okay?" He just stares at me with that look that says he knows I'm up to something but nonetheless he shakes his head, showing he understands.

Abe hadn't been much for words around me since he failed to get me off the hook for the murder of the queen. I think he took it personally, but wouldn't you if your daughter was convicted of high treason and sentenced to die in two weeks.

Two weeks. That's all the time I have left here in this world. Granted I never really liked it here but anything is better than being killed for something you were falsely convicted of. I don't like the fact that my death is being scheduled, I always thought I'd die in action with honor. Now I'm being hanged and my guardian title that I worked so hard for has been stripped away. I have nothing left to live for.

Glancing outside my cell I make sure, I'm alone before crossing my prison and picking up the toothbrush, I'd been given. Looking at it I begin to sharpen it a point by rubbing it against the stonewalls. It's been days since I began doing this and by the looks of it tonight will be the night just as I planned. Lowering the wall, I always hold between the world of dead and myself I sigh. The ghosts immediately flood my vision and reach out to me. I feel the initial panic that always comes with the visits from them but push it aside.

I saw them, staring at me, hating me. Taut jaw, ominous eyes, as if they were never going to let me forget what had happened to me all those years ago and that I was a part of them. That I am only alive because spirit runs through my veins. Their eyes bore through me making me feel like they can hear my every thought, feel my every emotion. I know I belong with them and they know it and tonight I've decided to do something about it. I can't stand another night inside this prison where it seems the walls cave in and the air is hard to breathe.

Not long before I was thrown into this place, Dimitri was released from it. He survived this place and the fact that I know I won't weighs down on me like a ton of bricks. Knowing even after all his training I, still fall short in comparison to him is a hard thing to swallow even now.

Pushing my sleeves up I look down at the inside of my wrists. Bringing the make shift knife up the inside of my wrist I watch the blood run down my arm pooling around my hand on the floor. Switching hands, I cut the inside of the other arm before laying the knife down. I sit there for what seems like forever until my world turns black, "I love you Lissa, Goodbye." With my last words spoken, I succumb to the feeling of nothingness that my body feels. Just before my last bit of consciousness fades, I hear Lissa's voice, Rose. What's happening? No, please don't give up. I need you. Rose! For the first time ever I guess the bond managed to work two ways. "Sorry." I whisper. I love you Rosie.

I don't know how long I stay in that place of darkness but after what seems like eternities I feel my body floating and the next thing I know I'm over my body. Turning my head, I see thousands of ghosts floating everywhere. "Did I do it?" I ask but no sound comes from my mouth but that's all the answer I need. I'm dead, gone from this world of pain and torture. I died not by the hand of an executioner but by the hand Dimitri trained and nurtured until it was deadly, I died by my own hand on my own schedule not anyone else's. Staring down at my lifeless body a tear slides down my face and I see a group of people rush into my cell, Dimitri, Abe, Mom, and Lissa.

Lissa has tears flowing down her face before she even looks inside; she witnessed it all through the bond. When her eyes fall on my lifeless body, her legs give out under her and she hits the ground. She crawls toward my body, hugging it. Trying to bring me back, I realize when I see the aura of gold lighting up around her. I see a couple of guardians rush in and pry her off my body; she's hitting and kicking them while crying hysterically. Once they get her out the room, I see my mom.

Janee Hathaway the kickass guardian has tears rolling down her cheeks. She runs into Abe's outstretched arms burying her face in his chest. Looking closer I can see the sadness and pain in his eyes. He thinks it's his fault, he holds himself responsible because he wasn't able to win the trial. I can see pride there in his eyes, he never thought my death should be scheduled either. This is exactly what he would've done I know it is. I refused to give them the satisfaction of killing me by taking my own life. I watch them walk from the room and I close my eyes.

One person remains, the one person who hurt me more than anyone else in my entire life. He hurt me more in two years than my mom did in eighteen. Dimitri sits on my bed his face hidden from view but I can tell you what it looks like, he has his guardian mask on. I would bet anything on it, but that's a bet I would have lost because when he raises his head I see the tearstains. "I love you Roza." He reaches down and picks my hand up, kisses it softly before laying it back down. "I'm proud of you." He whispers before walking out the room.

Once he walks away, I begin to fade until I'm completely gone from this world and everything in it. My last thoughts linger in the air I'm sure, he loves me, but I thought his love faded.