All I can say is I'm sorry? Warning character death, don't like, then don't read. You've been warned. Review

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The thick red alcohol burnt his throat, as he chugged it down. Pulling the bottle from his lips, Jim stumbled through the back door, and managed to shut the door behind him. The nineteen year old took another long sip, before he swayed down the hall towards his bedroom. Cloths lay scattered across the floor, while the curtains remained closed. A full plate of food lay abandoned on his bedside table. Jim ignored it and put the beer down before falling face first onto his bed. He managed to open his heavy eyes and his gut clenched when his sight fell onto the photo. His heart twisted and ached as a sudden rush of memories assaulted his mind. Tears stung his eyes as her voice echoed in his mind.

Jim

''Arial''

I love you Jim, never forget that.

''Arial...''

Jim...

''Arial...''

Jim gripped his pillow harder and whispered her name in anguish, as just saying it caused his tears to over flow. His throat burned, with emotion and as he drank more of the beer, trying to dull the memories, her memory. Through the tears he looked at her photo once more.

In it she sat with her hands in her lap with her hair falling over her shoulders, with the evening light dancing in her emerald green eyes. Her gentle, kind smile graced her face. That photo had only been taken six months ago. A week before they discovered the cancer. A week, to later, to do anything about it. It had only been a matter of time. Anger swelled up in his gut, and he threw the bottle across the room, before it smashed against the far wall. Jim clasped his head in his hands, and wept what was left of his heart out. After some time, he had no more tears to cry, he couldn't. His heart was empty, and it left him feeling numb inside. His blue eyes fell onto her picture once more.

Jim got up and reached for something under his bed. Once out he reached for a pen and paper and began writing. Once done he lay down and pointed it to his head. With his eyes cast onto her photo, he pulled the trigger.

In the morning police found a note addressed to Mr John Silver. Silver's eyes ran over the note and once finished, clenched it as tears ran down the old captains' face.

Sorry old Friend, but if you're reading this, then know that I am finally at peace. Again I'm sorry, take care Captain.

Jim Hawkins

Might do an alternative ending if I get enough reviews.