It's 4 o'clock in the morning, she's been lying in bed since 10, unable to sleep. Her alarm is set to go off in 1 ?é?¢ hours. All she's done for the past 6 hours is think. She dreads the morning. Dreads the monotonous daily routine that has become her life. Maybe she'll skip school today. Have a friend call her in sick. She wonders how she let her life get so bad. She thought she had control of it, of everything. She can't remember when she stopped being happy, only that it was a long time ago. She...
their phone a 4:30 in the morning anyway? She leaves a message telling him to call her in sick, not expecting a reply, she hangs up. She puts the phone back on the charger, and turns off the alarm.

She reaches under the bed and pulls out the white box that has been sitting under there, untouched, for 6 months. She opens it and takes out the loaded .8mm that rests inside. She cocks it and puts the barrel in her mouth. A single tear falls from her eye as she silently tells the world good-bye.

Everything goes black.