I've decided to continue with this story. I'm not sure how long it will be... probably only a few chapters
This one is kinda short...
(Danny's Point of View)
I've been sitting here for two hours, trying to figure out how to do this. I've never actually been able to get this far. I usually chicken out before I'm able to get to this point. I want to try to explain myself. I know some of them will be mad at me, and nothing I write can really make them fully understand, but I'd like to try...
I sit back and read what I've written...
I'm sorry,
I never thought it would actually come to this. In the past, I've always been able to talk
myself out of it. I'd tell myself to just get over it, or I would just take a double dose of
the anti-depressants, but that just didn't work this time.
Mac, I'm sure you'll be the first one to read this. I'm sorry I've been such a disappointment
to you. There are so many things I wish I could have changed. I just wanted you to know,
I always thought of you as a father, more then my own dad. I'm sorry I couldn't be better.
Please tell the rest of the team that I'm sorry too.
Good bye.
It's short, but that doesn't matter. I would have written it differently, but I know Mac will be the one to find me.
Stella and Lindsay would probably wonder where I was once they noticed I didn't come in for work, but they'd just figure I stayed home sick or something.
Adam, Hawkes and Sid probably wouldn't notice I was gone at all. It's not like I see them a whole lote during the course of a single day.
Once he realized I hadn't come in, Flack might be a little pissed, but he'd figure we'd be able to talk later when we met up for our weekly basketball game.
Mac... Mac would probably be the one to come and try to figure out why I wasn't at work. He wouldn't be concerned though. He'd just be pissed about my absence. He'd be the one to find me.
I took the piece of paper and carefully folded it. In neat letters, I wrote 'Mac' and laid the note on the coffee table in front of me.
Finally, I sit back and think about what I'm doing. Do I really want this? Do I really want to die? I look at the gun on the table. I lean forward and I grab it.
Yes... I do.
Yes, once again, it was quite dark and depressing...
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