a/n: Hi, I'm Summer. I'm new in the world of The Fosters fanfiction. I never wrote one before, so I hope you like it. So when it comes to reviews, please nothing too harsh, but criticism is accepted. This is a one shot. Depending on how well the story does. Anyway, like I said I hope you like it! Also shout out to CatHeartsU for encouraging me, thanks a million! She is amazing, she also has a Fosters fanfic. You guys should totally check it out! This is set during the season finale.
Callie promised her brother she wasn't going to selfish.
This is her keeping that promise.
She thought this plan, trough and trough.
Making sure nobody got hurt.
If she did this Jude would be happy, he would get to stay.
He wouldn't have to worry about Callie messing things up.
Brendon wouldn't have to ruin his relationship.
He could move on, and be happy.
Mariana could get her room back.
Stef and Lena didn't have another mouth to feed.
It seemed like a perfect idea.
It was night time, everybody was asleep. It was perfect timing.
She got her journal, ripped out a bunch of pages, and scribbles a goodbye note to everybody in the house.
She puts the notes under her pillow.
She told everybody how grateful she is, and how much she loves them all.
She walked around the house, giving her silent goodbyes, wishing everybody the best in life.
When she got to Stef and Lena's room, she blew them an air kiss. "Thank you so much" she whispered.
She snuck into their closet, and got one of Stef's gun.
She snuck back out, into the bathroom.
She bit her lip, trying to fight back tears.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
"Goodbye" she whispers, as a tear rolls down her cheek.
Her shaky hands brought the gun to her head.
Her finger was near the trigger.
"One..." She counted.
"Two.."
"CALLIE!"
A/N: I know it's short. I hope you like. Please review, and tell me what you think.