She stared out the window of her apartment. Things have to come to an end. She knew that she was better off dead, no one would miss her. She turned around and walk to the bed where the knife and gun laid. She took a breath and slowly dragged the knife across her wrist. Blood rushed out of her and landed on the white carpet floor. She was worthless and knew it, this was the only way to end the pain.
Her phone went off.
Please don't leave me behind. I don't know what I would do without you. Please don't throw it all away. You have a bright future ahead of you.
She throws her phone across the room and watches it shatter from the impact. This was it, her final breath. She took the gun and pulled the trigger.
