Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters, Chris Carter does, *sob.* so don't sue I have no money!!!

Authors Note: This story deals with suicide, so lit me tell you, don't read this story and then go out and kill yourself, life is way to precious for that, well now that's out of the way, enjoy the story. And don't be mad at me.



I am dying, I have been dying for years, and every dead end I have come across has killed another part of me, until there is nothing left but a shell. And now I have come across the final dead end, the only thing left of me is my shell, I took a bottle of alcohol and sat on the couch, looking at the knife I had bought this morning, I didn't know why I had brought it at the time but now I do, and I was finally ready to take the final step, so I locked the door to my bathroom, and I turned on the cold water, letting it spill over the edges of the bath tub, it wasn't enough, I went over to the basin, and I filled that too with icy cold water. I took a swig of the bottle in my hand, and then let it fall to the floor, shattering; I looked at the water that had risen to my ankles. This was to be my final sight, I was standing in my bathroom, intoxicated, with a knife, a new knife, I bought it today, for this one occasion, this one moment where the pain and disappointment would stop. I sat down in the water, yet I couldn't feel the cold, I took the knife out of it plastic and checked the blade, sharp. I closed my eyes, shutting out the world for the final time. I could hear a noise, it sounded so familiar yet I couldn't figure out what it was. I had made up my mind, I dug the knife deep into my wrists, the blood started flowing freely, the water around me turned red, and I could hear someone yelling

"Mulder..." It was all I heard, and all I managed to gasp was 'Scully' before the blackness of death engulfed me.