Free Bird -a Guns N' Roses Fanfic

Goodbye

"C'mon, hun, just sit up so we can talk,"

"Izzy, I said no,"

"Why did you do it?" His voice cracked as he held onto my hand tighter.

"I was bored."

"It could've killed you."

"I don't care," I responded, then regretting it, seeing as he now thinks it's his fault I'm not scared to die.

"Hun," he cooed, moving some hair out of my face.

"Just get out of my room,"

He trudged out, stopping to look back at me, and then walking out of the doorway.

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I grabbed my diary, ignoring the tears that were pricking at my eyes, and started to write.

Dear diary,

I think I'm gonna do it. I'm tired of people being worried about me. I need to get the boys out of my house. They're just gonna make this harder. I don't want them to blame themselves, but I'm long gone. Goodbye.

I love you, -Izabel

I grabbed my pen and diary, putting it back into the drawer.

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There was various knocks on the door, but I decided to ignore them, then grabbing the kitchen knife and standing up, aligning the tip of the blade to my stomach.

Izzy was trying to get me to stop by talking to me from the other side of the wooden door, but to no avail.

"Izzy, I'm sorry, goodbye."

"IZ-A-BEL OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!" Izzy shouted. I've never heard him sound so frustrated.

"Izzy, no."

He used something to basically destroy my doorknob, standing completely still with Rachel and Richie behind him as he pushed open the door.

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes.

"Don't do it," Rachel softly said, pushing past Izzy's shoulder.

I put more pressure against the blade to my stomach, making it pierce my shirt, a drop of blood staining it.

He stopped in his tracks, scanning me up and down.

"No one has talent like you," he said, taking a step, then continuing. I looked him in the eyes. He looked scared. "No one is as sexy as you," (way to ruin a moment, Rach) he kept going, and I pressed further. "No one is as amazing as you..."

"You're irreplaceable," Richie finished for him.

"I'm sorry," I sighed, looking at all the boys. I watched as a few tears streamed down Izzy's face, making me feel even worse.

We stood there for a few moments, as I refused or break my stare at Izzy. I've never seen him like this.

"Izzy, Izzy, don't cry, ok?" I tried to shush him, but he just stood there, still, tears rolling down his face.

"Don't cry, Iz, just smile and wave goodbye."

I gave them my best smile, then pushing the knife all the way, falling backwards. I spit up some blood, my eyes wide open. Then I tapped out.