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It's been a week since I walked in on that sight of horror. I've been in the same place I was in a week ago sitting in a chair facing the balcony that must be a 10 ft drop at least.

I've thought about killing my self by jumping but I'm actually going to do it today. I get up and walk over to the night stand and get out two pieces of paper that I'm going to write my will and a letter to Chris. My hands start to shake as I slip the will and letter under the door. I ring the door bell and walk back to my new-old room. As I walk inside the room I shut the door behind me and lock it.

I walk over to the balcony, put my hands on the cold, wet, bar. I stand up on the bar and say crying , " It's now or never."

As I jump off I feel as if I'm free from everyone I close my eyes right before I hit the ground.

Chris's POV

I hear the door bell ring and I'm hoping that it's Violet. I've been beat up ever since she walked in on that chick and I having sex but the problem was that I was drunk the entire time.

I start to read the letter I found under the door. It says,

Dear Anne,

Justin, and the ass if you are reading this it means I'm dead Anne can have all my stuff ,Justin I know that you liked my leather bracelets so keep them, and Chris there is an letter attached to the back and have fun since I'm dead.

Dear Chris

Well I guess you are sucking on another whores vagina and don't give a flying fuck about that I'm dead do just to let you know you are the reason why I'm dead.

What the fuck she killed her self over my dumb ass mistake.

" Anne, Justin I have to show you something!" I yell crying

" What's wrong?" Anne asks as I run and give her and Justin a hug.

" Read the letter." I'm crying a damn river that's now the ocean.

" S-she's dead?" Anne asks and Justin is in shock. Why is he in shock? I thought he would be comforting her not standing there like he might die too. I'm just going to push that to the back of my head.

We all walk over to the bed, sit down, and stare at the wall.

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