She lay in her bed, thinking about how things could have been. Ice cold and with a flaming heart in need of fuel to burn on, she slowly reached under the depths of her dreary, dungeon-like bed. From a cobweb- filled crevice underneath a wooden plank, she pulled It out, careful not to damage Its glistening exterior, nor Its slim, metal handle. Up her fingers crept, still calmly clasping It in her calm, collected palm. She was ready. Her blinds were closed, it was pitch black outside, and there was no one there to hear her pain. They would find her there tomorrow. Her plan was perfectly perfected from beginning to end. Tonight would be the night. Underneath her floral covers, she slowly raised her now clammy hand and arm towards her head. With her finger on Its trigger, she closed her eyes....took a final deep breath....counted one..two..three..and pulled her finger onto the cold, metal trigger. She was gone.

Beside her pale, bloody corpse, there lay an emerald necklace that He had given her right before He left for University. It had a sterling silver chain with an emerald in the shape of a small heart. The heart had a silver backing on the back of it. On the back of it were engraved the words:

~Forever in eternity = You and Me.~
6.21.03

Next to this, there lay a photograph of her at His 18th birthday bash. She was at the beach with a sunset in the background, and she was wearing a gorgeous green sundress which brought out the red in her hair and the sparkling emerald in her eyes. Next to this, there lay a note written in black ink addressed to Him that she hoped He would find the next morning while she was watching over His sharp, dark figure in heaven. It read:

My sparkling emerald eyes Will sparkle for you no more Because they have been tortured By my life, which is a war. A war of friends, a war of love; A war of who's below or above. Every day of my young, tortured life Would have to experience such strife, So I decided to put it all to an end, Because there was no way around that bend Of sadness and shame, being pitiful and lame. So with you and this note, I leave three things. So you can remember me by. This beautiful necklace, this old photograph And my sparkling emerald eyes.