Dear Chase,
I know you don't appreciate me like I do to you. I know I'm weak. I know I will never manage to live up to the Haylin name. I found out that I'm evil when I have my good side out and good with my evil side. I am the balance of the sides. I know that you don't believe this letter but I assure you it is the truth. Chase, I also realize that I love you. I want you even if I have to die for you to understand. If you do not come at 11:11 p.m. tonight, I will kill myself. I want you to know that I forgive you if you don't come. I wouldn't either. So if you come thank you.
Love,
Jack Spicer.
"It's almost time. I'm sorry Chase…" Jack had tears in his eyes as he lifted up the blade. One look back told him that Chase wasn't here. His cell read 11:11. "Good bye…" He put the piece of silver on his snowy skin and pulled fast and pushed deep. The crimson liquid pooled on his wrist and he shoved his arm in the hot bath. His tears flowed down his face gracefully. "I'm sorry for everything…"
Chase saw that Jack cut himself without a whimper. He was shocked and surprised; the only person that can truly do that was bleeding to death. "I'm sorry for everything…" Jack said to him. That pulled Chase out of his thoughts. He ran over to Jack and pulled his arm out of the water, showing all of his scares and the new wound. "No Jack. I'm sorry… I pushed you away because… because, I love you…" Chase let his eyes water.