I just wrote this in thirty minutes, so excuse me if it's bad. I had this idea, and I'm hoping it will work out to my advantage.

All fled, all done. Now lift me on the pyre
The feast is over, and the lamps expire.

…

Bonnie Teslow sat alone in the house on 19 Caulfield Lane. Her mother was away on business, her oldest sister, Ashley, was out on a date, and her other sister, Keely, was at Phil's house.

All the while she sat in her room.

Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone took all my strength
I've made the change
I won't see you tonight

She sat in her room, crying.

She sat in her room, in silence.

She sat in her room, thinking.

She sat in her room, depressed.

She sat in her room, alone.

Then again, she was used to being alone. She was always stranded. All she was, was a lone survivor stranded on an island. Hundreds of miles of open sea around her, she couldn't send out a rescue call… She had to wait for a plane passing by to see her… perhaps she could shoot a flare then…

But her rescuers never seemed to come within range in order to rescue her from this desert…

Life is an island, thought Bonnie Teslow. And I'm the only survivor left…

Sorrow sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and loved

Bonnie sat in her room, a note to Kurt clutched tightly in her hands. A note she knew she would never deliver to him. She wouldn't have the guts to do it.

But he would know what the note said… she knew that much.

She smiled, remembering him fondly…

Remembering how he had used her…

Remembering how he had merely drank from the river, then turned his back on it, and surrounded himself in walls. Remembering how she couldn't get through to him. Remembering the sting of the tears when he told her that it was over.

And, above all, remembering how she had loved him.

Life is a river, Bonnie Teslow mused. We drink the water, then build up walls around ourselves.

It all built up inside of me
A place so dark so cold, I had to set me free
Don't mourn for me you're not the one to place the blame
As bottles called my name
I won't see you tonight

Bonnie got up and sauntered to the computer. Logging onto the internet, she heaved a deep sigh, and began to type.

After a good twenty minutes, she opened up a new window. She saw a familiar screen name was online, so she opened up a new window.

menclyde: Hey
mef: hey
menclyde: I won't be on much longer.
mef: why?
menclyde: I posted in my LJ. Check there.
menclyde: Hell
menclyde: I need to find a pen
menclyde: Well, goodbye…

Signing off before 'mef' could reply, she took one last glance at what she'd typed. Deciding it was good enough, she turned off the computer. That was one thing, saying goodbye to everybody she'd met on the internet…

Saying goodbye to her family would be different, even if she mentioned them in her Live Journal…

Sorrow sank deep inside my blood
All the ones around me
I cared for and loved most of all I loved
But I can't see myself that way
Please don't forget me or cry while I'm away

Sitting at the kitchen table with a pen in hand, Bonnie pondered what to write. She had written up a whole page of things to say to her sisters and mother, and was reading it when she decided that she didn't want it to be wordy at all. No matter how much she'd explain why it made sense to her, they'd never get why she was doing it.

So she threw that piece of paper away, and thought long and hard…

She remembered all the good times she'd spent with her family… all the shopping trips… all the concerts… all the laughs…

But she still prominently remembered the depression, and the void that remained inside of her.

Life is a waterfall, she thought. We're one in the river, and one again after the fall…

Cry alone, I've gone away
No more nights, no more pain
I've gone alone took all my strength
I've made the change
I won't see you tonight

So Bonnie kept the note short and sweet. She picked up the pen and started to write.

I must end it. There's no hope left. I'll be at peace. No one had anything to do with this. It was my decision totally.

With a teary eye, she read over her note once more. While she prepared to do the deed, one more thing popped into her mind. Taking her pen, she added it in a tidy scrawl at the bottom of the page:

All fled, all done. Now lift me on the pyre.
The feast is over, and so the lamps expire.

So far away, I'm gone. Please don't follow me tonight.
And while I'm gone, everything will be alright.

She tightened the knot around the blade of the ceiling fan, and fitted the noose around her neck.

Bonnie Teslow's last thoughts were: Everything will be better for everybody after this. This will be best for

No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight
No more breath inside
Essence left my heart tonight

And, as she stepped off the stool, a shiver ran down Keely Teslow's spine, three doors down.

And as that shiver ran down Keely's spine, her sister Ashley dropped the glass she was holding.

Meanwhile, over 100 miles away, Mandy Teslow woke up in a cold sweat.

I want to write more to this, but that definitely won't happen if you don't review... so a review would be much appreciated.

"I Won't See You Tonight Part 1": Avenged Sevenfold.