Her note is almost complete. She rereads the messy lines. She never really was one to write neatly when in a hurry. Such a hurry these days. Everything has to happen so fast. Boom, boom, boom. Right in a row. Even at 11 o' clock at night, she was in a hurry.

Last line complete, she folds it neatly, and place it on her pillow. She sits up in her bed with a glass of ice cold water by her side to help her. Cut, cut, cut on one wrist. She hold the glass of water on the cuts. 'Research is a beautiful thing. If you keep your cuts underwater, they won't close up, but just continue bleeding.' She thought wistfully.

Yes, just continue bleeding.

Now for the other. She doesn't stop at her wrist, but continues farther down, going to her elbow, and making sure she gets the vein that stuck out there. Again, the water was held on her elbow cut. The water turned a deep red, and an odd satisfaction overcame her.

Yes, just continue bleeding.

Blood was dripping down her arm. She was gasping for breath. She was finally doing it. She was finally getting what she had wanted for so long.

And no one would be there to see how beautifully everything was going. Time for the finale. She picked up te bottle of asprin, shook out a handful, and swallowed them all.

She smiled. What kind of suicide would this be without alcohol of any sort? She lifted the bottle of vodka, took a long swig and winced at the taste when she was done.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number she knew so well.

"Hello?" A familiar voice answers.

"Hey."

"Can't sleep?"

"Just wanted to say goodnight." She said, her voice cracking.

"Err...okay. Goodnight."

She hung up the phone. He wouldn't find out, maybe for a day or two, that she was gone. Dead.

She became unexplainably exhausted and put her head down on her pillow. This is what it's like to die? It's so warm.

She felt herself slip away....

...And heard her alarm clock ring the next morning.