To my crazy self,
My father's job has been stable. We live in a luxury apartment on the South side of City Spire. It's called the Gallant Quarter, filled with high rise apartment buildings, three story houses with pools that aren't necessarily on the first floor. A nice place to live, a nice place to die. Which leads me to my second point.
I'm celebrating my seventeenth birthday in the hospital. I nearly bled to death last night, but you can see how that went. I'm writing now, aren't I? I think they're going to institutionalize me for quite a while once my father checks me out. He hasn't been able to because he's been up in Cocoon on some office retreat.
How I love my father.
Last night, I thought I had done it. It was accident, of course, but…after I woke up, I felt cheated. I felt like something had been stolen from me. I don't really understand what that feeling is, but…. I liked the way it felt when I was lying on the bathroom floor of my bedroom, bleeding out. It was so peaceful, and I was so content. It stuns me to think I actually felt that way. I want it back.
A/N: The next chapter will be the last.