A/N: An incredibly short chapter that will make you hate me even more. Sorry.

Disclaimer: I don't own 21 Jump Street. Or anything related to it. A family member owns the DVDs.

Doug Finally made up his mind. He couldn't continue living without his best friend. He moved the razor in his fingers to his wrist and dragged it across his wrist. Blood started fall from the wound but there was no feeling in the area. He did it again, cutting deeper this time but getting the same results. He tried the other wrist, getting deeper with each one, but still nothing. His vision started to blur. He turned the razor perpendicular to the cuts on his wrist and dug the blade into the fading blue lines on his wrist and dragged it up his arm. He knew that was the fatal mark and he accepted it. He started falling…falling...into the eternal blackness that would forever hold him at its mercy.

A/N: There is one more chapter after this so sit tight.