When he woke up that Saturday morning she was gone. He cried, so scared it was all a dream and reached for his notebook on his bedside table but it wasn't there... Then he saw it on his bed, an alien face and several other doodles had been drawn on the back page that was left open, he knew he didn't draw it, he couldn't draw for shit, he was more of a writer and the pictures were good, professionally shaded even. There was only one person he knew that could draw like that, and that person was dead...
This gave him hope.
Throughout the rest of the day he hugged both of his parents redundantly and called his grandmother, brother living in Chicago, and his sister up at State and just talked to them all for a few hours. Then he did the hardest part of the whole process. He wrote his note. He explained that he loves them all so much and none of it is their fault but he had to go, he couldn't take it anymore, etcetera etcetera.
Then, at 10pm he snuck 2 bottles of sleeping pills from his moms closet.
He watched family guy on netflix as he waited for his parents to fall asleep. Finally, at 2am he could hear them both snoring and poured all the pills from one bottle into his hand. He swallowed, several at a time, them just poured the last 7 or so into his mouth.
He started getting really dizzy and nauseous so he opened up his notebook to the letter he wrote and fell onto his bed. He was out like a light the minute his head touched the pillow.
He never feared death or the end of his life like most people. He just simply accepted it as a new beginning, a new beginning with Lydia he felt himself sitting up, for no reason in particular, "Fuck..." He thought "It didn't work... What am I going to do now...?"And he turned towards his right to see Lydia standing there with tears streaming down her face.
"Lydia... It didn't work... I'm so sorry, maybe if you let me try again... I'm sorry, I know you didn't want me to but... I can't stay here any longer, I promise at this point I'm just doing it for me, I miss..."
He trailed off as she looked blinked at him.
"So I guess that means you're ready, Love?"
"Oh I already did it, I just woke up is the thing, what I meant was I need to try again, it has to work this time..."
She blinked at him and pointed to his left.
There lay his body. Curled up in fetal position, hands open loosely exposing the pill bottle.
He was shocked, he didn't think it would be so quick and painless.
He turned back to see her hand extended towards him, he noticed for the first time since last night all the deep scars on her wrists were gone, she had clean wrists again and it warmed his heart to know that this girl was finally at peace again.
"Yeah, I'm ready"
She smiled through what had become happy tears as he took her hand and together, they walked away and disappeared.
