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One thing, this she knew to be true, you have to work for what you want. This was all she knew lately. Her family had never been poor, never rich. The perfect balance of in-between. So, she was well on her way when it all began. First, while off on her own, it started out as fun. Then she started to get paid for it. Then...then she started to actually need the pay. Then, her absolute downfall - she was living off the pay. She started to hate her job. Find a guy, sleep with him, get paid. It was a plan, at least, for Janet Weiss it was.
It was about two years after the whole castle incident. Brad left her, he had every right to. That was about the time this all started for Janet. Brad had been her only source of money, andsince her parents never liked Brad Majors, they tried to stay out of Janet's life.
Brad had moved on to bigger and better things since then. He got a great paying job, married a beautiful girl. (Who was a lot like Janet used to be) and had children. If he only knew where his former love had ended up.
Janet sat alone in the hotel room she had bought for a few nights. Sobbing, she drew the blade in her right hand across her arm. She hated this. When she started to actually think of what she had become without the love of a good man. How Janet missed the days when everything was perfect. The days with Brad.
She watched the blood trickle down to the carpet below her body. Her tears fell quicker than the blood did. Janet whispered to herself, telling herself her life was pointless, telling herself that she should end it right then and there.
Janet looked up at the sheets on the bed, ruffled from her last client and herself. She grabbed them and wrapped them around her bare body, only then to go into the hotel bathroom. Miss Weiss, crying, turned on the water in the tub and let it fill to the rim. After doing so, still wrapped in the sheet, Janet climbed in. In her right hand, she still held that one blade.
The sheet around her floated and bubbled up a bit, but it didn't bother her because right then and there, Janet looked down at her left wrist and drew the blade across it, deeper than usual, longer than before. This was her end, the end to her torment.
After a few minutes, it was over. That night, Janet had taken her own life.