WARNING: this chapter contains a suicide, you can just skip it, it's not terribly important, I just got to many questons on "What hapened to Paula" and here it is.

CH. 13 Fly Like an Angel

Paula was still kneeling on the floor where she had fallen after she threw her shirt. How could he put her on like that? Why would he trick her like that? Did he not notice that she cared for him? No. He didn't he only ignored her and made her think he liked her again. No. Paula looked up into nothingness. Maybe…could it be…that she was lying to herself? Yes, why would he like her? She was fooling herself. Paula got up. She surveyed the room and looked onto the dresser. Her bottle of pills was open and had fallen over, spilling half of its contents on the dusty dresser. Paula went to the front of the dresser and began to pick them up. In the course of a minute she had replaced all but three in the bottle. She picked the last three up and looked at them in her hand. They looked very good at the moment. She replaced the cap on the bottle and walked over to her bed. The pills in her hand seemed to be calling her, telling her to take them. Paula just sat there, staring at them. Why shouldn't I take them? She thought. My love just walked out of the door out of my life. He doesn't love me, and everyone I meet thinks of me as 'the skank who cheated on 2D' when I was really tricked. I have no reason to live. She continued to stare at the pills. She squeezed her hand shut and sighed. It is the end. She raised her quivering hand up to her mouth and released the grip. The three pills dropped into her mouth and she closed it. She swallowed all three of them and sighed. She laid back and closed her eyes.

An hour later, she opened her eyes. The place she was in was dark. There, I'm dead, there is no light, and obviously I'm in hell. She stood up and woozily walked around. She stumbled over something and bent down to pick it up. It was a shirt…one of hers. Why is my shirt in hell? She looked around the room and realized she was still in the hotel room where she had taken the pills and waited for death. She looked on the bed, hoping to see her body, but found she was just as corporeal as before she took the drugs. She sighed and walked to the bathroom. These pills aren't working fast enough! Damn it! Paula looked at herself in the mirror. Maybe, I need to take more. She walked over to the dresser and picked up the bottle. Okay, five more, which should work. She dumped out five and threw them in her mouth, like a child eager for sweets. She swallowed them and went to get a glass of water from the tap. The water was warm and murky, but Paula swallowed it as if it were the sweetest drink in the world. She walked over to the bed and sat with her eyes closed. Somewhere a helicopter rose with a drunk Satanist piloting it, and a blue-haired pretty boy sitting with a bloody Japanese axe-princess in his lap, sleeping. A big fat black man was sleeping in the passenger seat.

Paula just sat and waited. It seemed like hours had passed, they weren't working fast enough. I can't wait any longer; it needs to be over NOW! She stood up and walked to the wall-length window and pulled the tattered curtain away so she could look out. She gazed down at the 'melancholy town that never smiled' and sighed, knowing that she would meet her end here. She placed her hand on the side of the window, and bumped into a latch. It was red and labeled "in case of fire, pull". It would obviously break open the window. She gripped the latch, and pulled it down. The window fell out, crashing through the grey clouds. It is the end, I have to jump. Paula put her hands on either side of the window and closed her eyes. Jump, jump! She tried letting her grip on the sides go, but couldn't find it in herself to do it. Why can't I do it, no one would care at all? Ever since 2D had thought she cheated on him, she had been in a depression. She took antidepressants and painkillers. She started to back away, but a sudden wave of drowsiness overcame her and her grip loosened. Paula leaned forward and drooped out. She gazed down, helpless to do anything. Her fingers wouldn't move, because they were numb. Her hands slipped and her head leaned down. There was no breeze, there was no movement, other that Paula's body wilting out the window. She closed her eyes for the last time. Her body fell out. She was paralyzed to even move. The pills were working, and she fell asleep, never to wake up again.

A/N: WOW! How was that..I liked it...Well, review please. THANK YOU to Reaper Monkey for the title to CH. 12AND 13. Just so you know, the italisised parts are Paula thinking...Well, onto your reviewing...and NeedsBlueHair, you don't have to kill my beloved...