Note: I have completely given up on this story. So here's my ending:

The End: Sidney Fugler...

I woke up one morning around winter and I sat in bed thinking about how much better everything was for everybody else, and how much of a shitload my life was. Fuck it. Fuck my sister. Fuck her boyfriend. Fuck everything. Marcus was lying next to me in bed. We haven't done anything, unlike my slut sister. He's just a friend.

"Marcus," I whispered. He woke up.

"Wassup?"

"I'm thinking about running away, wanna come with?"

"Sure."

And that's what happened. We packed our bags, and we fucking ran away. Away from all that shit.

…Actually, that's what I'd like to say what happened. But the truth was, it didn't happen.

I woke up one morning around winter. I sat in bead thinking about how much better everything was for everybody else, and how much of a shitload my life was. I was just tired of everything. It was stupid. I wasn't gonna amount to much anyway. So I died. I fucking killed myself. It was the chicken way out, but to me, it was the only way I could live.

And Andy went on being completely happy, etc,etc…

I'll see y'all in hell…