A/N: Yes, I named this after a Bible story because I wrote this in religion class... Sorry, not sorry. xD
Biting her lip, she fell to her knees, causing the contents of the wine glass clutched in her left hand to shamelessly pour out onto the immaculate white carpet beneath her. Oblivious, Alison Hendrix plopped herself into a sitting position on the floor, bringing her knees up to her chest. Wrapping her arms around her calves, she placed her chin firmly in the space in-between her legs. She figured the newfound blurriness in her vision was a result from the unknown number of prescription pills she had forced down her throat only a few moments ago. Looking back, she could understand what triggered Beth to end her life, but in Alison's mind, she still couldn't understand enough. Alison understood the feelings of loneliness, betrayal, and even addiction, but for reasons still unknown, there was an underlying bitterness towards Beth for taking the easy way out.
Then again, Alison never expected herself to do the same. She knew the number of pills she swallowed could potentially harm her, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She killed Aynsley, none of her suburban neighbors would look at her since her affair with Chad, Donnie was her monitor, Felix had left her to accompany Sarah and Kira on a road trip out of town, and not even her own clones though she was useful. Her life had been falling apart at the seams since Beth died.
Her vision began to darken now, and she desperately reached out to grab at the coffee table in front of her. Maybe this was how Beth felt, she thought. After all that had happened to her recently, she was beginning to understand why Beth took such extreme measures. Blinking furiously now, Alison couldn't even make out the coffee table so dangerously close to her face. She could feel herself start to pant heavily, and in that moment, all her previous ager towards Beth disintegrated. As her vision faded to complete darkness, she figured it was irony.
She'd be seeing her in a moment, anyway.
A/N: I had some Soccercop feels, and I figured... why not? I'm depressing, I know. I was actually thinking about making this a two-shot of the clones' reactions to Alison's suicide, but I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to do it or not :p Review?
