A/N: I don't really like Marissa, but I just can't get over that last scene of her and I don't know why. So I write a standalone.
It won't hurt anymore. All she has to do is unscrew the cap of the glass bottle and drink some down.
It's worked before. Not always. Nobody would have to save her. It was nice when he would save her. But today she'd be alone. It would just be her and the cold liquid slipping to the back of her throat.
He's gone now. In a year he came and left. And here she is, drinking again so the pain will go away. So she won't hurt anymore.
The worst part is that every time she takes a sip, it hurts even more. She can say goodbye to her old "friends", goodbye to Luke, goodbye to her father, goodbye to her old life and her new life, even goodbye to Ryan, but there's one thing she can't say goodbye to: the bottle.