**WARNING: THIS CHAPTER MIGHT CONTAIN TRIGGERS. IF YOU ARE SUICIDAL AND/OR DEPRESSED I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND READING THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**
Marcus. Andrew. I don't know which of you will discover this first. My guess is, whoever hears the news first. If that is the case, then it will be Andrew. So Andrew, if you would do me a favor and show this to Marcus when you are finished; I would greatly appreciate it.
Dear Andrew,
you are an amazing person. You saw the best in me, and you loved me even know you knew that I didn't love you. I would say that in a way, you are completely ignorant. What kind of person stick around for someone who clearly does not love them? But maybe you were doing the same thing I was doing. Maybe you were trying to fill the hole in your life with someone who would give you attention. Even if they were pretending that you were someone else the entire time. I don't know what made you want to stay. Maybe you saw how messed up i really was and decided you would try to save me. Well, you were too late. But don't worry about it, you couldn't have saved me even if you tired. I didn't ask to be saved. I don't think there was any other way out of this. So i opted for the easy way out. Death. And I know it sounds harsh, and you probably hate me right now. Maybe you're crying as you read this and your tears will fall down your chin. And i'm sorry but you really have no reason to cry. I just think that you should accept the fact that I am gone. But I do think that if anyone deserves an explanation, its you. If nobody has told you yet, I went with the non messy way: pills. All different colors, all different sizes. I can almost feel my heart slowing down and the life starting to leave my body as I write this, so I think I better keep it short. Andrew, I want you to know that I loved you. I still love you. Maybe not in the same way you loved me, but i did. And I don't want you to be upset over this because you could do way better than me. I want you to be happy. And i hope you find it. Don't feel like any of this was your fault. It wasn't.
Love, Ariana.
And now, Lucifer in human form.
Dear Marcus,
I really hope that Andrew took out his portion of the letter because i don't think you deserve and explanation. And I want you to know that If you show up at my funeral with your girlfriend and pretend like both of you are so devastated that I am gone, I will personally come back to life and rip you apart to shreds. I do not want you pretending to care. You do not. And we both know that. So don't even show up. I just wanted to let you know that you were one of the best things that every happened to me. Long ago, when I believed in love. Now I don't. The only thing I can believe at this very moment is how my mother is downstairs and has no idea that her daughter is dying while writing suicide notes. Hilarious. Anyway, I hope life is good to you. Even though you deserve hell.
- Ariana.
Hey look, I'm still alive. I wonder what I should do with my spare ti
