Romantic stylez// Jake x Amy

Suicide Note.

Oow... Ugh.. My head.

Amy's eyes slowly opened. Her nose was aching and head was pounding like mad. Her vision was still slightly off but could still see what was around her.

Why do I always have to wake up in pain!?

She noticed she was back in the same grim room she tried to escape from. Amy felt the dry blood still on her face, showing the blood dripping down past her lip and under her chin. It felt awful. It was dry and unpleasant.

Amy then was about to pull her arm to condently wipe it off. But her arms could move. But why?

She then shot her head down to see what was stopping her.

"A STRAIGHT JACKET?"

"Awk. Congratulations! You figured it out. Since you are so smart, you can have a gold sticker! I'm sure captain will be so proud of you!!"

Amy looked up to see Taylor entering the room with a chair.

"You bitch!"

"Aww thanks. But I don't need the compliment." she said smugly, setting down her chair in front of Amy.

"How's your stay? Would you say it's a five star hotel!?"

"Rot in hell!" Amy then spat on the floor with the remaining blood in her mouth.

"Amy! Not very ladie like, now is it?"

"Cut the sweet crap and tell me what the hell you want from me!?"

"A death wish!"

"What!!?" Amy blurted

"shhh! Let me explain...listen, everyone back in the precinct are actually doing so well with out you. Gina is less stressed. Terry is relived he doesn't have some OCD freak on his back about cleaning is desk. Charles is finally free from you always taking his "best friend" away from him. And jake? Let's just say me and him are doing just well..."

"No, its not true... Its not true!"

"Oh really?"

Taylor then grabbed her phone and then showed the picture of her and jake. On the rooftop.

"Trust me wee doll. It's true."

Amy looked away from the picture. She couldn't believe what she was hearing.

No... She is lying. Isn't she?.... What if she isn't...

"Sure! They are looking for you, but are they really putting so much confidential time into your missing case? Because if they were, I'm pretty sure you will be found by now."

Amy responded with nothing. She started to conflict with her thoughts on her "friends".

"So... What are you going to do?" Amy said.

Taylor gave a smug look, as she was laughing slightly. Sounding so crimal.

"I'm going to fake your death, let them all know that I found a sheet that you wrote a sob suicidal note. Want to hear it?"

Amy was about to reply but was then cut off with Taylor already reading the note.

"Dear 99,
I no longer have purpose in my life. After the guys caught me in that school, I broke free... But never really wanted to go home. Cause back there I have problems. I drank them away in work, getting myself drunk. I'm also killing myself by the second by smoking. So why not do it quickly now? Who is really going to miss me? Cause I'm sure it will be better with out my presence.