AN: Hey people. It's Manic! I'm sorry about not writing in One Mistake, but writer's block took another victim. This is a really depressing story about Matt being suicidal. I have a cliff hanger here!

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Dear Jeff,
I can't live a lie. I've tried, God knows that, I've tried so hard, but I can't do it anymore.

Matt walked out into the ring, tears in his eyes, his body shaking. He sat cross legged in the middle of the ring, finishing the letter to his brother. The pen kept going through the paper, and he leaned forward to write on the ground.

Did you know?

He looked up at the empty seats and still monitors.

Didn't you see?

He wiped his eyes.

Don't be sad, I'll be with Momma. Maybe I'll be happy.

He laughed out loud, and was surprised to hear how dead he sounded already.

Tell dad it's not his fault. And it's not your's either. I just... hate me. I can't stand myself.

He paused to reach into his pocket.

I love you.

He pulled out the pistol. It was heavy, black. He liked the feel of it.

I'm sorry.

He cocked it, and loved the sound.

Goodbye.

He put it in his mouth, his finger on the trigger, just as he was about to pull, he heard his brother's voice.

" Matt!"

He looked up. He smiled, and

" Matt! NOOOO!"

He pulled the trigger.