Chapter one.
It was dark. Samantha Carter sat in her living room all alone. Remembering their latest mission.
"Sir, wait!"
"Carter, there's no time!"
Sam turned around to see several small children following them, quite a distance away, meaning they were only small specks. The smallest girl stumbled. Daniel slowed to grab Sam, she struggled and by accident he grabbed onto her broken arm, she yelled at the pain and tried to stop to let the girl and two young boys, no older than seven, catch up. Teal'c also stopped to grab her and together the two men pulled her forwards. The Jaffa chasing them aimed. She screamed as they fired at the children. They fell to the floor, dead.
She grabbed the nearest sharp implement she could see, tears were blurring her vision but she didn't care. She held the knife in her hands, marveling at how sharp the blade was. Sam turned it over a few times, almost as though she was caressing it.
"Its all my fault" she murmured, remembering only too clearly their eyes pleading with her for help before there was no longer help left to give.
Sam thought of all the other people she had let die. All her fault.
She gripped the handle hard and drove the knife into the pale skin on her wrist, the red liquid ran out, glistening slightly, she figured that the pain was nothing compared to the guilt bottled up inside her. Sam slid down the wall of her kitchen, black spots appearing in the edges of her vision, blood cascading out too fast, Blackness that had been threatening to consume her finally granted her wish.
The last thing she heard was a slight noise at the door.