"Finished." I sigh.
I seal the note and set it on my kitchen counter. That is the last anyone will hear of me, my suicide note. As I turn the corner to leave the kitchen I catch a glimpse of the family portrait just setting there. I pick it up and stare into the faces of the family I'm leaving behind. Guilt and regret began to well up within my heart, and before I could decide to back out, I toss the photo aside. I make my way to my bedroom and look out across the city I have lived in for the last few years of my life. I recall when I first came here and thought it was so bright and full of potential. Now I look across the same city, but the life and color has drained from it. I sigh and draw the blinds. I don't belong here, I've never belonged here. I sat on my bed and looked at the mass of various pills I had gathered.
"It's time, I'm leaving." I say sadly.
I scoop up the pills and swallow as many as I can. It takes a few tries but I finish the mass and decide to lay down and rest easy. I don't know how long this will take. I lay there for what could have been a few minutes or even days, but finally I began to feel my body go numb. And all of a sudden my body begins to feel cold. I open my eyes and I am met with darkness. I had no clue where I was but I knew it wasn't my room.