Warning: This is rated M for a reason. If you are uncomfortable with such reality situation such as the following, suicide, depression, emotional issues, then please skip this chapter. It is the only chapter of the entire story that will have a dark scene like this.

Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Age or any of the characters. I do own my OC.

For years, she told herself she would not fall down that path again. She even got help, yet, here she is about to go through with it this time. The last time she couldn't, but if ever presented the chance again, she knew she would do it.

They said she was being overdramatic, stupid. No one understood, said she didn't lose a parent, only a grandparent. It was always about everyone else, never her. She was never allowed to shed tears in the public, to never express how much the older woman meant to her even after death.

When no one came to help her, not even her best friend, she knew it was the end. Darkness had been creepy up for a while now, but without a light, it suffocates her. No matter what she did, nothing helped. And when a light shined in the darkness, she would run only to have it fade to black once again. People would come and go, never stay to help her, never there when she called on them like they said they would be.

So, alone with no hope of a future, she stands. Everyone said she would be fine, that she'll get over it. No one gets over something, they choose to ignore it or take the easy road. Oh, she knows this is not the easy road even though many will say so. No, she's fought numerous battles, each leaving a scar upon her very being spiritually and emotionally. Just because there were never any scars physically did not mean she was okay. No, she has fought even with this choice.

Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she finds a very gaunt face. Weeks of eating next to nothing yet no one saw a difference. People asked if she was dieting because she looks amazing. Of course, they would ask her that. Maybe if they had paid closer attention to her, what was happening, then they could have done something. Or not as no one seems to care as she learned the first time around.

Piercing dark eyes look back at her, no life in them. Hair a mess and skin pale from isolating oneself from sunlight. Shaky hands pick up the bottle. She dumps the pills in her hands and shoves them in her mouth. Grabbing the water bottle next to her, the woman swallows the pills and repeats until the bottle is empty.

Leaving the bottle empty at the sink, she walks into her room. There was no turning back this time. There wasn't even any hesitation. No, no one could help her this time. It will only be a matter of how long it takes for someone to come check on her, to find out where she is.

Laying on her bed, the woman closes her eyes knowing she won't be opening them again in this life. To finally escape and leave this hell hole, it eases her soul, lifts a burden from her shoulders. Freedom, to finally get away from everyone who dare lie to her face. They knew what she was capable of when darkness rises to this degree in her life yet no one came to help pull her out of the waters, keep her from drowning in her own grief and pain. There was no one. No one.

Pounding, that's what is throbbing in her head. It's as if someone hit her over the head with something hard. Opening her eyes slowly, the woman sees a brick pattern floor and her hands chained. Wait! What?

Her eyes widen at the sight of her very hands chained in some sort of medieval cuffs. The sound of metal ringing causes her to look up. All around her, well only four people, are standing with swords drawn.

There's clearly something wrong with this picture. She shouldn't even be alive. So, what the hell happened to her.

The heavy metal door of her clearly prison is slammed opened. Once again, her eyes widen. Fuck! No! This can't be true!

Clad in silver and purple armor with red hair is a fictional woman. Next to her another woman who should not exist. Nothing makes sense. Why of all things did this have to happen?!

A sharp pain courses through her left arm starting at her hand. It causes her to fall on her side in pain, a green light pulsing from her hand. Someone drags her up into a sitting position even though she's still in pain.

"Why should we not kill you?!"

In pain and anger, she hollers out, begs, "Just kill me! Please just kill me!"

This causes both women to take a step back shocked. This was not what they expected, to find the woman with the green mark on her hand begging for them to kill her, end her very own life as she is in tears.

I know this was a very depression chapter. Depression, emotional issues, and suicide is not something that should be fooled around with. I personally have suffered all of the above but never went through my plan. I did get help. In a way, I want to these mental issues brought to light but also to give hope. It's titled, "To a Brighter Future," for a reason. Even though one may go through depression such as the OC, there is always a future filled with hope with better people who can and will help you unlike others.

So please do not critize me. I like to use the motto, If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything. I'm aware of what I'm getting into with this story but I want to write it.

However, please do leave a review or message me. Thank you.

-RebelVale23