Donnie.

ninety

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Okay,guys...

This "last" chapter is going to be in actual chapter form.

I'm so excited and sad (bc the ending is v v sad so...ya) and I can't wait for you guys to read it even though it'll bring major X1,000,000,000 major major feels to you. Yeah.Thats a lot of feels .-.

So anyways...

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I slowly opened my eyes and rubbed them.

I looked at the clock next to me. It read 9:44am.

I blink sadly. It'll hurt to take my life away. It really will. Mentally and physically.

But, I know that nobody cares. So, if nobody cares, I'll be the only one hurting.

I sat up.

Yesterday I was thinking, that if I wanted to kill myself, I would have to keep everyone from looking for me, or at least wondering where I was. I know for a fact that that would never happen, but just in case. Anyways, if I hated someone, I would still want to at least figure out what happened to them.

I got out of bed.

I sadly slid open my fourth draw and took my notebook out. That's where I keep everything...

Even my suicide plans.

They could see that, and stop wondering.

I know that I myself hate wondering, so why would I want others to wonder, too?

I flipped through the pages. There were enough to make a book. Two books, maybe.

I walked to the door and glanced at the clock once more — for the last time — and it read 9:57am.

It's time...

I walked out of the room, and shut the door quietly.

———

I shuffled into the living room and stopped for a moment - to say goodbye to everything I might've once loved —

I can't tell with my feelings anymore, really.

I then walked into the sewers and looked at the view.

Heaven or Hell, it'll be much better than this place...

When I got to the ladder to climb out into the world, I felt something following me, or watching me.

But either way, I didn't care. They would never see me again, anyways.

———

I slowly walked to a building — anyone, really — and climbed up carefully.

Why carefully? I don't know. I'm killing myself, anyways, so it doesn't matter.

When I finally got to the top, I looked down.

I swallowed.

I wrapped my notebook and placed it on the kitchen table before I left. Everyone goes there; I know that for a fact. But what I don't know for a fact is, will they even care?

But who really cares, anyways?

I walked slowly towards the edge of the building. I just wanted some time to think about my past, and what went wrong so it'll be easier going down.