At first, I was completely shocked. I knew Charlie wasn't that stupid. He knew the signs of depression when he saw it, and I was definitely depressed. Maybe he wanted me to commit suicide. That was the only reason I could come up with. So I could get my butt out of his life, and everyone else's. So I would do them all a favor.

I walked slowly to the belt. I knew how to use a gun - at least I thought I did. The movies didn't make it look too hard. You just had to press the button. Not very difficult. I carefully took out the gun. Yes - it was exactly how I had pictured it.

I closed my eyes, pointed the gun to my temple, and clicked it.

Author's Note: I couldn't help it! A really short cliffhanger, I know, but the next one will be a longer, I promise. This story's is probably going to end at the 5th or 6th chapter. :)