My hand shook, making my handwriting look messy and crude. Blood flowed freely from my slit wrists, staining the white sheet before me. I took a deep breath and began to write.

Dear friends and family…

I scoffed. How I can even call them 'friends' at this point is beyond me. I gripped the pen tighter and winced as pure white hot pain emitted from both my wrists, shooting straight up my arms and up my spine. I continued.

One could argue whether its true that as soon as we are born, we begin to die. If that is right than I have been on my death bed for the past 33 years. It's at this time I should probably say how much I'll miss you all but to tell you the truth, I wont. You were never there for me when I needed you and ignored me when I called out for help.

I glared at the paper in front of me and recalled the many times Turk, Carla and Elliot have brushed me off for something of little or no importance. Tears pricked my eyes, whether it was from the physical or emotional pain I didn't know. I blinked away the tears and continued the note.

I'd just like to say some thing to all of you. Turk, you were a great friend. Until you got married. Please understand that I was genuinely happy for you but after that you just never seemed to have any more time for me. I know how selfish that sounds but just think, you left me under a smoking car just because Carla called and said she needed more pillows. I know she was pregnant at the time but you could of at least called 9-1-1 before you took my scooter and drove off.

I almost laughed at the memory. Almost.

Carla…don't call me Bambi. Elliot, open mouth, insert foot. Dr. Cox, up yours with a bloody dildo. You dragged me to the edge and watched me get shoved off.

My hand was gripping the pen so hard by now my knuckles cracked and turned bone white. I was beginning to get dizzy from the blood loss but I forced my self to continue.

Dan…It's been fun, I'll see you in hell. All of you can take what ever you want from me and feel free to throw out the rest.

Good by and so long,

Dr. Jonathan Lucas Dorian M.D.

The bloodstained pen fell to the floor.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~AUTHORSNOTES~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Just something to get rid of some writers block. I personally love JD but I think its safe to say that a person can't be that happy without some inner-demons to shove in his proverbial closet.

If your wondering about the middle name, its fake. I just think that would be a nice middle name for him.

As another explanation to the middle name indicated by iluvdimples314 and Majestik Moose, 'Michael' is JD's middle name. I didn't know this but I have no intention of changing the name now.

Love and huggles,

Miz. Jynx