Alright: Thanks to everyone who reviewed, especially Alexander the God. This will be the last chapter to this story, so I hope you enjoy.

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"So, Chazz…are you going to go to those auditions? For the modeling job?" Bastion asked the boy lounging against the tree, looking faintly paler than he normally did, large black circles under his eyes.

"No. I don't think so." He said in a soft voice, dozing, his hair covering his red-rimmed, narrow grey eyes.

"Chazz…? You've been acting…odd…these past few weeks." He said softly, looking in concern at Jaden's boyfriend.

"It's nothing, I just came down with a cold. I caught it from Chumley." He said, shivering, drawing his knees up tighter.

"Oh, alright." Bastion said, believing it because he wanted to.

"I think I'm going to head inside. I need to get my books before class." Chazz said, wandering inside. He shut his bedroom door behind him. The room was swelteringly hot, as he tried to adjust to the chills his heroin had given him.

All the lights were incredibly dim, and there was paper scattered on the floor of his bedroom, both from his notebooks, and ripped out of his books in bouts of frustration. The small walls of his Osiris Red room seemed to close in on him, screaming his failures at him. He hadn't been promoted yet, and his grades had been slipping dramatically over the past few weeks until he was permanently making his bed in the Osiris Red bedrooms, with no chance of escape.

First he had been a straight A student, dating Zane, with a slight drug addiction, but not much to speak of. Then he had been a high B student, dating Jaden, with a heavy drug addiction. And now he was at the third and final stage: he barely remembered Jaden; he was dating drugs now.

He picked up a half-tattered book, and slid it into his bag with a soft sigh. He moved to the porch with shuffling steps, and stood there, waiting for Jaden to come out. Jaden emerged, finally, looking adorably rumpled.

"Hurry, Chazz! We're gonna be late for class!" He said, speeding off. Chazz merely trudged behind him, while Jaden sped forwards.

Jaden looked back, wondering why his boyfriend wasn't at his side.

"Chazz? Come on! You're taking so long!"

Chazz just sighed, but moved ahead as slowly as before, as though he were struggling through thick mud.

"Just go on. I'll meet you at class."

"Oh…alright, then! See you there!" Jaden said with a grin, turning and hurrying away, laughing, completely unaware of Chazz's acidic stomach, not noticing how thin and sickly he was beginning to look.

Chazz looked back at the dorms, then at Jaden.

He turned and trudged back to the dorms, knowing that everyone would be back in their classes, doing schoolwork, or sleeping. No one would be active within the Osiris Red dormitories.

He walked into his room, and shut the door, setting his back down by the door, locking the door. He pulled out a note that he had written a long time ago, and set it on his desk, then walked into the bathroom. He made sure he was dressed neatly, hair brushed, face smooth and flawless. He had been waiting for this day for quite some time; he had been waiting for so long that his very soul itched.

He pulled out a bottle of sleeping pills, and counted out the entire bottle. He set them in neat rows, with a bottle of cold water, and then sighed a little bit, setting a pile of sealed, and signed envelopes, with all of his friends' names on the front, next to the letter he had written, all in neat stacks on the desk.

He systematically began to take the pills, eyelids drooping, and once they were all gone he threw away the bottle of water, and managed to get himself on the bed, neatly laid out, as though he had just gone to sleep.

And that was how Chazz Princeton left his final impression upon the world.