A/N this chapters short…but a little heavy. If you're not into this kind of thing, (suicide etc) you should probably stop reading.
Abby searched through her pantry, finally emerging with what she wanted. Going through her mother's medicine, she carefully took out each individual packet and studied them. She could really start to feel the alcohol starting to kick in, as her legs suddenly went to jelly and her head began to fell heavy. She began to get frustrated when she couldn't find the ones she really wanted. She began throwing the boxes on the floor as she looked at them. Finally, she found just what she had hoped she'd find. Painkillers.
She took the container, kicking the other boxes out of her way. She went and took her mother's bottle of vodka out of one of the cupboards. She took a deep breath. This was it. This is what she wanted. There was no going back now. It was time she got out of everyone's lives and stopped causing them so much bloody heartache. She opened the container, and poured its entire content into her hand. Her hand was shaking violently, and she could feel tears escaping form her cheeks.
"This could be the end of everything…"
"This could be the end of everything…" Abby continued to repeat this over and over. This is what she wanted. She knew she did.
She threw the handful of pills into her mouth, unscrewing the lid of the vodka. She took a long swig, washing the pills down quickly. She let out a long sigh as the vodka left a burning sensation all the way down her throat.
The room began to spin, but there was no going back now. It's too late. It's too late for anything now. There was no hope for her anymore. Sure she loved her friends…Susan was amazing, and so was Carter. But she couldn't keep doing this to them. Once she was gone…they'd be able to forget about her…and get on with their lives. This is what they both deserved.
She was also grateful to Miss Walker. She had been so caring, and so understanding. She genuinely cared about Abby. So did Miss Watts…and Abby knew that the school counselor would be so disappointed in her. She had worked so hard with Abby. Trying her best to help her out, not to mention respecting her wishes not to get her mother involved. God…she'd definitely be disappointed.
She hadn't even thought of her mother yet. Not even once. More than likely, she'd be so off her meds she wouldn't know whether Abby was alive or dead. Who knows…maybe this would make her see how she treats her children. Maybe it would help her realize what a terrible mother she actually was.
The one person that she hated leaving behind was Eric. He was only young. He probably wouldn't understand why she had to do this. She did however; pray that Eric would be ok. She hoped that this was enough to scare her mother into sorting herself out and being there for Eric. She decided right then and there that it was ok for her to sacrifice herself in order to give Eric a better shot at life.
She stumbled back to the kitchen, as the room began to spin violently. She dropped the empty vodka bottle as her hands began to shake again. She watched it drop, as if in slow motion, and then smash into little pieces as it hit the floor. She bent down to scrape up the pieces, totally out of it. She looked down at her hands, as they began to drip with blood.
"It's too late…" she whispered huskily, before passing out on the floor amongst the broken glass.
