Hey everyone! I apologize a hundred times over for the wait! But here it is, the last chapter. The one you guys have been waiting for. I hope you like it, and if you don't, well too bad! Please review cause I wanna know what you guys think! So here it is, please enjoy!

...A few days later...

Hillary had fought with all the strength she had left to keep Tyson from making her feel bad. And although she was hiding it surprisingly well, her soul was enveloped in grief and guilt.

Hilary slept a lot at the hospital, but it wasn't a deep sleep. As she slept she could here the Blade Breakers talking all around her.

"There's got to be something we can do." Max had said a million times over.

"Its up to her now." Kai had always answered wisely. Which evidently pissed Tyson off.

"If we leave it up to her she'll die." He would continuously yell.

Which made Hillary think.

Do I want to die?

It would make things easier.

There would be no guilt.

I'd be free.

Death did seem like an appealing option. Quick and simple. And it could be accomplished in seconds. The only thing that was keeping Hillary alive at the moment was her will to live. As soon as she gave up, it would be over.

So the question is, should I die?

Dying would make everyone sad.

But they have each other; I on the other hand, have no one.

It's the same old song
We're just a drop of water,

in an endless sea
All we do
Just crumbles to the ground,

though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind
All we are is dust in the wind

She spent the next few days thinking, not waking up at all. Kai left first. His departing words to her were "make the right decision."

Sure Kai, whatever.

Then Rei left shortly after. He said he had to get back before school starts up again. But before he left he places a hand on Hillary's shoulder and whispered "Get better soon."

Then, unwillingly, Max had left, saying that his mom wanted him to get back home before beybaldeing season started. As tears rolled down his face he sniffled back sobs and sat down beside Hillary's bed.

"Please, please don't leave us. We need you here." He said sadly, biting his lip in frustration.

"See what I'm doing to people," Hillary thought angrily to herself. "I'm completely ruining their spirits. Maybe it would be best if I just died. Then they'd all have a few weeks to get over it and they'd all be happy again. They could stop worrying about me. I'm only weighing them down.

The only thing that was holding Hillary back was death itself.

Thinking about what she would be doing to herself was torture. Nobody really wants to die. Nothing can make you that sad. You may think you want to die, but the feeling will pass if you give it enough time.

But Hillary didn't have time. She had pain and suffering.

Being anorexic wasn't just tough on the soul, it hurt physically. Her muscles groaned in protest and her bones ached. Her head was constantly pounding, making thinking so hard. And all the tubes they had shoved down her throat, one for breathing and a few for food and water, were totally grossing her out. She was constantly tired but the pain kept her awake.

Anorexia was no walk in the park.

But I'm guessing you already knew that.

Most people think of anorexia as a dieses, and that people with it are bad people.

But you all know that Hillary isn't a bad person. She's just confused and venerable. And dieting seamed like the best option. It would make her popular, or at least that's what the TV and magazines said. But she never imagined her self like this. In such physical and emotional pain, and all because she was too thin.

The path she had chosen had too many bumps for her to handle. But she weathered them all. Until she came across a huge ditch. Something so big and powerful that it kept her from getting to what she wanted. And it was time to face that ditch one last time.

Hillary opened her eyes slowly and saw nothing at first. The blinding white of the walls and ceiling temporarily blinded her, but her eyes gained focus after a moment. Turing her head to the right she saw Tyson, fast asleep.

I probably shouldn't wake him…

I probably shouldn't have gone on that diet either….

Hillary lifted herself up and weakly poked Tyson in the head.

"Huh?" He lifted his head and saw Hillary, sitting up with her blankets wrapped around her shoulders, staring back at him.

"I've made a decision." She said quietly, patting the empty space o the bed beside her. Tyson stood up and hopped up onto the bed beside her, rubbing her shoulder gently.

"What do you mean?" He asked, his eyes a mixture of emotions. There was joy because she had woken up and anxiety because she sounded so serious.

With a deep breath Hillary made one of the last few statements she'd ever make.

"Death is good. I'm opting for death."

Tyson didn't bother to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. He seemingly struggled for words.

But his answer shocked Hillary.

"Ok."

He bit his lip as Hillary looked up into his face.

"You're ok with it?" she asked happily, leaning her head weakly against his shoulder.

He nodded sadly.

"It would be selfish to keep you from something you want so much. Even if that something is death."

She took a deep breath. She had been so afraid that Tyson would have fought with her. This made things so much easier.

"Just know, that I love you and I'll miss you so much." He said slowly, kissing the top of her head gently.

"I know. I love you too."

Hold on to me love

You know I can't stay long

All I wanted to say was I love you and I'm not afraid

Can you hear me?

Can you feel me in your arms?

Holding my last breath

Safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light

It ends here tonight

I'll miss the winter
a world of fragile things
look for me in the white forest
hiding in a hollow tree (come find me)
I know you hear me I can taste it in your tears

Holding my last breath
safe inside myself
are all my thoughts of you
sweet raptured light

It ends here tonight

Closing your eyes to disappear
you pray your dreams will leave you here
but still you wake and know the truth
no one's there

Say goodnight
don't be afraid
calling me calling me as you fade to black

"Goodbye Tyson."

"G-goodbye Hillary…"

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