Ravens P.O.V
I tried to commit suicide out of fear for my friends. I was scared of what I would become, but death did not come for me. I was forced to continue living constantly in terror.
Looking over my should looking toward the past while moving toward my unwanted future. In which I would destroy my friends and the planet I have come to know as my home. Living my fathers dream and my worst nightmare.
As I walk toward my dresser, which holds the object that shall end my reached live, and save my friends future. I pause near inches from my drawer. To think of all the good things that has happened in my sixteen years of life.
Finally I open it my hands shaking and black tears of sorrow and joy run down my face, I lift it up and out of the drawer I bring the knife slowly up toward my neck. Then I feel the sweetness that is death as it finally creeps upon me. With my last dying movement I smile for now my friends shall be free to have their future.
End
Little out of character I know but so what had it swimming around my head for a while.