Chapter 5: Goodbye
Becca walked into the living room trying to avoid looking at the TV screen. She knew what knew what was playing on the news. Hearing his voice tell her those special words killed her inside. It had all been a hoax, a stunt, maybe even a dare. She fought back tears as she watched the familiar scene play across the screen. The newscaster returned into view before anything really happened. But just by watching that beginning, anyone could tell what was going to happen next.
Rebecca was crying too hard to notice that her mother had walked in after finishing up in the oval early. "Baby, what's wrong?" Mac asked in a worried tone. She knew Becca was not one to cry easily.
"Everything is wrong!" Becca choked out angrily. "My life is wrong. I wish I was someone else! I can't do this anymore! I thought it was getting better, but now its even worse than before!" After yelling this she ran up to her bathroom and locked the door.Stripping down to nothing, she looked in the mirror and began to critique herself. "My hair is too dark. My chest is too flat." She made a long list of her imperfections. The list grew untl she finally made a decision.
"This place has ovetaken me. Its just not worth it anymore. I can't stand the constant limelight. I need to get away from it all. I understand that this life is perfect for all of you. You're all cut out for the public eye. I'm not. Nobody likes me, so I'm going to solve this problem. I don't want to be your burden anymore. I love you all. So goodbye and goodluck." She wrote these final words and set the paper on her vanity. She then opened her medicine cabinet and pulled out a brand new bottle of Tylenol.Rebecca dumped the contents onto her counter and poured a glass of water. One by one she consumed the pills, naming a problem she was solving with each. As she swallowed the last pill, she began to feel the effects. In one final moment, she whispered goodbye as she fell to the cold floor in a heap.