You Don't Know Anything About Me

Prologue

Dark and quiet her soul was, matching the room she sat inside. The window was open and the fan was on making the room as cold as her heart felt. She stared into nothingness, letting the darkness soothe her.

            She wanted to cry. Hell, she wanted to scream. But she was going to do neither. She was forcing herself to do neither. Forcing herself to stay strong. All she had to do was believe that she could.

            The phone laying next to her lit up with a notification. She knew what it was, a text from her best friend. She got one everyday at that time saying bye as she went off to practice. She was ready.

            Grabbing the phone, she started typing the text. It wasn't a good one either. But she knew she had to say goodbye in some way.

                        Dear Best friend,

            By the time you will read this, you're practice will be done. In fact, I will be done. I'm sorry to do this, I really am, but you know how it has been for me these past few weeks. And you were there for me. I love you so much, I hope you don't miss me that much. There's this thing in your chest called your heart (You know what that is right?) and that is where I'll be hiding till the day you join me. I'll always be there, through thick and thin, just not by your side like I used to be. You will probably be the first to find me, because I know once you see this text, you'll rush down here. Thank you for being there for me, loving me, and keeping me as stable as you could.

                        -Love your Best Friend, Timber

            She sent the text and went to her father's safe in the basement. She type in the code which was 2337. It meant 'BEER' and Timber couldn't be more disgusted. The safe unlocked and she grabbed a pistol from one of the shelves. Having already being loaded, Timber made her way back up to her room.

            The room was still dark, having gotten colder since before she left it. She entered and went to her drawers. Though it was dark, she knew where everything was.

            Timber changed, now wearing a sweater that her and Cinder got together, she knew Cinder would be putting it on after practice; some leggings that went all the way down her legs past her ankles; a necklace that Cinder also had, neither of them ever took them off. The necklaces secluded their friendship, and Timber wanted to be wearing hers as she entered death.

            She grabbed the pistol, standing exactly in the center of her room. Timber had even measured to make sure it was the middle. She pointed the gun at her mirror but in between the shot was her head. She closed her gray eyes, knowing they had a purple tint to them. They always did when she was scared or excited, and right now she was both. She was scared of how this would affect Cinder, and excited to be out of this horrible life she was living.

            She had wrote letters to everyone, everyone that showed the tiniest amount of care for her. She had wrote Cinder a five page letter that she had spent months on, the text was only in addition to let her know she was important.

            Her heart raced as she took her last breath in. She was ready.

            Right as her final breath was being exhaled, Timber pulled the trigger. She slowly fell forward, as if in slow motion. Her head crashed into one of her previously opened drawers, causing more blood to spill out then what was already bleeding on the other side of her head.

            She couldn't feel pain anymore, she was glad of that. She couldn't feel anything anymore, because she was dead.

            Her blood pooled around her while Cinder looked at her phone. She scrolled through every notification, waiting to find Timber's. There was always some words of encouragement somewhere in here, but she couldn't find any. Once she got to the bottom of her notifications, she saw the text from Timber.