Title: Bleeding Till It Hurts

Rating: T for suicidal content

Pairings: Eh none really.

Authors notes: So I wrote this in an 86 minute class and I'm not really sure how I feel about it but I'm gonna post it anyway. Reviews would make my day.

Meredith was first. In a reincarnation of previous events she slipped into the Sound without a word. This time, though, by choice. Derek had cheated. Again. With a scrub nurse. Again. Her name was Mary. Too much tequila plus a cheating boyfriend makes for a depressed Meredith. Only it wasn't a bathtub and her knight and shinning whatever was glaringly absent. As Meredith once said life's a bitch and then you die. She just sped up the process.

Alex came next. Most figured he'd off himself sooner or later. Drowning in a world full of crazy girlfriends, suicidal roommates, and an almost-fiancé who was seeing her dead ex-fiancé, Alex had been on the should-off himself list since forever. Three hours, forty-two minutes, and twelve seconds after coming to the decision that he'd been on the list way too long; Alex Karev threw himself off the top of Seattle Grace. It would have been funny, the fact that his mom arrived six hours, six minutes and six seconds after he hit the ground was suppose to be funny. The death of evil spawn bringing satan herself should have been funny to Izzie or George or Cristina but they were too busy attempting to drown memories or themselves, depending on the hour. Yes life is a bitch, then two die.

Cristina was third but everyone had kind of been expecting it anyway. She chose pills and a bottle that had been sitting in her kitchen since Hahn left, not exactly certain Callie would clean her brains off the wall. It was a Thursday. Meredith died on a Tuesday, Alex on a Wednesday, it was damn-near poetic for her to die on a Thursday. A bottle of sleeping pills prescribed to Meredith from her new (old) therapist, a bottle of crappy wine later and blissful buzzing was sounding in her ears (she had already gone numb). Sleeping pills and chardonnay wasn't exactly her thing but she figured she might as well be end things lke her other would have wanted. They needed a new slogan, 'life's a bitch' had become a little over-used.

Alex may as well have stapled a 'she's next' sign to Izzie's forehead with the way everyone was staring at her. As if waiting for her to crack and go hurtling her body on top of a scalpel. She of course was never one to disappoint, a gun her literal means to an end. Denny had tried to talk her out of it, sitting there in all his imaginary glory, while she fingered the trigger. It was 'you have so much to live for' and 'don't do this because of him' and she seriously considered shooting him just for the look on his face as the bullet slammed into the wall behind him. She turned, her eyes connecting with ones that she had once loved enough to risk her life for, as he reached out a hand. A bang rang through the house almost muffling her whispered words. It was always him.

George slit his wrists and in the few seconds before he bled out all over the white tile floor, he vaguely wondered if his brothers would be proud that he hadn't chosen the pansy suicide route. It was tiring being known as the cheating resident who had failed his intern exam or maybe it was more tiring being known as the only one left from the recently dubbed fab five. He wasn't quite sure what had made him crack but the world was getting all sorts of fuzzy and the tile wasn't cold anymore so it really didn't matter.

Two weeks later Derek Shepherd, Addison Montgomery, Mark Sloan, and Callie Torres walked into a too silent house that was suddenly deafeningly loud, to clear out a too empty house that was suddenly seemed overwhelmingly filled. Maybe life's a bitch would work still.