Savannah woke up in the middle of the night, took a last look at Greg.
Guilt had been eating at her since she Grissom had first looked in her
direction.
The fact that Greg thought her to be something she wasn't was even worse. Money or not, she had been trashing life like it had been an old rusty Volkswagen.
She kissed him goodbye and watched him turn in his sleep before she got to her feet and dressed silently. Then she left the apartment and drove back to her own.
She took a shower and dressed in a white, light summer dress before she went up to the flat roof and looked down into the pool.
It is hard to put oneself in the head of a person that is about to commit suicide, but when you feel like everything is against you and the world simply don't care any more cutting yourself and watch the sin, your sin be washed away with the flowing of the blood seems like a pretty good idea.
She took a large gulp of the bottle of Jack Daniels as she stepped closer to the edge. She wasn't about to rot in some stinking jail like an animal. If she had a choice, and she did, she would go down in a death to remember. If not by it's splendor then by it's hideousness.
In the bag next to her was a scalpel she had taken from the hospital. She picked it up and put the blade to her skin. It was cold and sharp. Suddenly she felt scared.
Another look into the pool. Then at the blade. There were no turning back.
She took a deep breath before she slit her wrist and before the pain got too intense she slit the other one as well before she took a dive into the pool below.
The last thing she felt was the cool water.
But for an onlooker it would have been a horrible sight. The roses of blood that emitted from her wrists and head and spread out soon colored most of the small pool in a sickening red color.
The only witnesses were a pair of Robins.
The fact that Greg thought her to be something she wasn't was even worse. Money or not, she had been trashing life like it had been an old rusty Volkswagen.
She kissed him goodbye and watched him turn in his sleep before she got to her feet and dressed silently. Then she left the apartment and drove back to her own.
She took a shower and dressed in a white, light summer dress before she went up to the flat roof and looked down into the pool.
It is hard to put oneself in the head of a person that is about to commit suicide, but when you feel like everything is against you and the world simply don't care any more cutting yourself and watch the sin, your sin be washed away with the flowing of the blood seems like a pretty good idea.
She took a large gulp of the bottle of Jack Daniels as she stepped closer to the edge. She wasn't about to rot in some stinking jail like an animal. If she had a choice, and she did, she would go down in a death to remember. If not by it's splendor then by it's hideousness.
In the bag next to her was a scalpel she had taken from the hospital. She picked it up and put the blade to her skin. It was cold and sharp. Suddenly she felt scared.
Another look into the pool. Then at the blade. There were no turning back.
She took a deep breath before she slit her wrist and before the pain got too intense she slit the other one as well before she took a dive into the pool below.
The last thing she felt was the cool water.
But for an onlooker it would have been a horrible sight. The roses of blood that emitted from her wrists and head and spread out soon colored most of the small pool in a sickening red color.
The only witnesses were a pair of Robins.