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This is the last chapter. It's not too that great, just what I imagined happened.

A few hours later…

I stared at the few pills in my hand and breathed in and out slowly. Yes, I was going to do it. I was. I breathed in, then out again.

No. I couldn't. No. No. No.

My plan was simple: yes, I was going to kill myself. How? I was unsure. The determination I gained from my confrontation with Reed had disappeared. In my left hand were the pills I had used on Josh to get Reed angry and jealous. In my right, there was a thick scarf.

Choice one: overdose myself. It would be quick, I would fall asleep, and it would be over. At least that's what I told myself.

Choice two: hang myself. It was harder this way; I would have to tie the scarf to one of the tall bedposts. There was one better point to this alternative. It would horrify my fellow sisters even more, get them angrier against Cromwell. But I couldn't do it. My trembling hands dropped the scarf and the pills. No, I couldn't.

Unfortunately, I didn't have another plan. This was the only way out. "Maybe in the morning," I told myself. "Later on, just before everyone wakes up. Just…prepare yourself. Yes, I'm going to do it."

My words did not do any use. I was afraid, I had to admit. Very afraid. Now I didn't want to do it anymore. Didn't want to kill myself. Didn't want to leave this world, the world of Billings and Easton. But I had no choice.

I thought of the Legacy, the one I, Cheyenne Martin, would be hosting this year. I thought of the respect and happiness everyone would give me once they realized I had saved their great party. My lips curled into a smile as I thought of the fact that Reed wouldn't be invited. Neither would those other incompetent Billings girls, the ones Cromwell had forced into my house.

I thought of everything I would miss. Suddenly, I realized that I would also miss Reed a little. But then I laughed softly at my own stupidity. Once I was gone, I wouldn't be missing anything. Even so, I didn't want to die. I wasn't ready. "Too young," my mind told me.

Then I bent down and picked up each pill. After that, I grabbed scarf. No, it was too late to stop. I had decided. I had to do it, no backing down.

To get myself determined and not let myself back down from the plan, I took a piece of my monogrammed lavender paper and took out a pen. Trying to not let my hand shake, I wrote in my loopy script:

I'm sorry. I can't go home.

I breathed in and out once more and tucked the paper gently next to my laptop. Then I put down my scarf and took my pills. Yes, the pills would be the way. Screw hanging. Screw scaring my fellow Billings sisters. Screw all of that.

Soon there was a cup of water in my hand, pills in the other hand. I stood there, my breaths coming faster and faster. I was going to do this. Right?

After a few minutes, I stared at myself in a nearby mirror. I had applied some light make-up so that when someone found me, I would be looking decent. My eyes went back to the items in my hand. I closed my eyes and put the items down. Yes, I could do it. Yes, I could.

It seemed like I wasn't really controlling my body, as if I were watching myself from far away. I dumped the water and the pills down the toilet and flushed it. Not that it did anything. There were more pills on top of my vanity.

As I walked back to my bedroom, I heard scraping outside of the building. Cautiously, I peeked out the window. Nothing there. It must've been a figment of my imagination, but I was unsure.

My back was to the window as I slowly unscrewed my pill bottle. Suddenly, I heard a squeak. I turned around sharply and saw nothing. It was just my nerves, I thought to myself.

Slowly, I turned around again. In a quick moment, I felt black gloves cover my eyes. Before I could scream, a hand covered my mouth. I struggled and struggled, trying to will the cold, cold gloved-hands off my face.

"Stop struggling," a raspy voice whispered. I shuddered, but I continued struggling. My arms waved around desperately, and I felt myself knock down my pill bottle and heard all the pills spill out. A cold arm stopped my struggling, grasping me tightly. I could then tell that my abductor was a girl.

My abductor picked up my scarf and stuffed it into my mouth as a gag. Then she uncorked a bottle, and my eyes fluttered open, giving me a clear view of her. Her face was covered in a black mask, and there were sunglasses over her eyes. Her hair was tied up, and there was some skin revealed at her neck. Pale, pale skin. Pale, cold skin.

Suddenly, my eyes were covered once more, and I couldn't breathe. I tried breathing in deeply, only to gag as I breathed in a sickly sweet smell. My heart rate increased, as I couldn't breathe. Cold, rough hands were covering my nose, and the scarf was stuffed into my mouth so that no air could get in.

The hands released me, and the sickly smell filled my nose. I tried to cough, but gave up. My fate was certain; I was going to die. Ironically, I wouldn't have been murdered if I had done the deed an hour ago, when I was planning to.

Slowly, I drifted off to eternal darkness while foreign fingers typed on my pink laptop.

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