KID THE DEATH (In Love With A Grim Reaper) [BOOK TWO]

My Time To End

I stare aimlessly at the note in my hands,
Is it good enough?
I think as the blue ink stares back at my sad and depressing features.
I walk out the door, with the note in my grasp, walks down the hall, It being the last time I ever will.
Turning into the kitchen, I stare at our knife block, running my eyes back and forth trying to choose my desired weapon. After a while, I finally settle on one. The largest of them all.

With a shaky hand, I hide it by pressing it against the back of my wrist, as I walked back to my room that is still filled with the scent of the girl that ruined my life.

I shut the door, and slipped my note under the door, before returning to sit on my bed.

I held the knife in such a way, that made me hesitate on my actions. Although reality set back in, as I convinced myself that I was doing the right thing for my own sake.

I turned the knife, so that the blade faced my stomach.

Outside my door, I heard someone approach. But I didn't take any notice. The note is there, and I am doing myself a favour. Saving myself from my depression. That's all I will have if I continue to live. Yes, people may be sad, but I'm not going to torture myself by staying alive only to be miserable anyway.
I heard thumping on the door, and someone yelling out my name. Someone's familiar voice, filling my ears.

I looked down at the blade, ready to do what I planned. Tears streaming down my face.
My vision was blurred by the flood of emotion.
I've had enough. I'm done with life for good.

Many people have told me stories about their lives flashing before their eyes. Those who have had a second chance at least.

Well, where is it? Where's the big deal huh?

My hands begin to shake, and I start to sob.

Awe look at how weak I am. I'm nothing but a piece of junk that was a mistake to enter a world like this. God, kid should have just let that drunken man on the streets kill me. He would have gotten it over with that's for sure.
Then kid would probably still be here.

God kid. Why did you do it? Why? That was my destiny to die. That was my time to go. Hell, but you still did it. You jumped in front of me to save me, and for what? So you could pass on and leave me to drown in my own misery.
The only person I blame for your death, is me.
It sounds as if someone outside is trying to break down the door. Better make this quick.