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I sit down in the seat in front of my desk, my alcohol sitting next to the desk. I take them out and realign them on the window sill. Two hard liquor bottles on the end, reading Vodka in blue against the clear bottles, and one in between eight silver cans of beer. It's a beautiful array. I rearrange the blades from the order of bigger to smaller, and pull out the little white pills. 30 are left from the original 32, combined with the alcohol should do it, and there's always the baldes to finish the job.
I set two little pills on my tongue, and allow them to set there as I grab a can and wash the pills down with the taste of what I feel like cologne would taste like. I continue to do this till two bottles of beer are gone, and the pills have run out. I drink the rest of the beer. 24 cans litter my floor by nine, I left the library at 6, three hours. I'm drowsy and dizzy, but I'm certain that I'll wake up in a day, so I grab a bottle of liquor and down that. Two more bottles left, and my blades. My head rocks back and forth, and my insides ache and burn. I don't dare to stand up. But I need to make sure I don't wake up. I grab a blade and place it against my wrist.
"Across the bridge for attention, down the river for results," Cassie whispers into my hair, taking my dark hair out of my bun and letting it rest on my shoulders.
I know how to do this, and but I follow her directions, and watch the crimson stream flow.
"You're beautiful, and perfect," She whispers, as my vision blurs and fades.
I meet the bedroom floor.