Chase sat on his bed staring at the wall with a sad expression. It was snowing outside. The white flakes fell like dandruff. He felt cold, like his body had frozen inside. He felt more alone than he had ever felt in his entire life. He felt like there was not even the tiniest ray of hope to follow. He looked down at his hands. They shook with remorse and fear and determination. These hands had done wrong for the last time. These hands would be cleansed in the ultimate way.

His favorite Linkin Park CD was playing softly. The words and music entered his soul and spoke to him in a special way. He took the pen and paper in hand and began to write the note. His last note. There was no hope left. With his last strength he would write these words that they might somehow free his soul.
He wrote:

To my friends at Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital,

I want to say that I am sorry that I let you down. I know you believed in me and you were all friends to me, or as close to friends as I have ever had. You were like my family, however dysfunctional. I am sorry to disappoint you but now I am absolving myself of my sins and sealing my own fate. There are a few of you I have some things to say to specifically. Here goes nothing. Or, more accurately, everything.

House, I am sorry that I let you down. I want you to know that you were a hero to me and I aspired to be like you. I am sure you are disappointed in me but know that I have taken the most valuable of lessons from working with you.

To the family of the girl I killed, please tell them that I am sorry. I only hope that in the next life I might see her and tell her I am sorry. She didn't deserve what she got and I was careless. She got caught up as a victim of my emotional outburst. it isn't fair and I am sorry.

Wilson, I wrote the notes to you. I am sorry that I acted like that. I was just angry and I guess I shouldn't have taken it out on you. Now I beg you with these last words, please take good care of her. make her happy. Keep her safe and secure and comfort her in her time of need. Be the man she wants and needs. Or else!

Allison Cameron, I love you. I will always love you. Know that with my dying thoughts I dreamed only of you. Know that my heart was yours in life and in death it is sealed to you and none else. I love you forever.

Please keep me in your memories. Goodbye.

The letter was several pages long once he had finished it. He signed his name at the end. He set the letter on his bed and stood up. He gave his room one last look around. This is the place he had found comfort and sleep for so long. Now it would be the place where he would find his final sleep. He took the razor blade from his dresser and stared at the sharp edge. He knew just where to cut to do the job. He sighed and pictured Cameron in his mind. Her smile, her soft face, her hair...he thought of her as he dug the blade in and he thought of her as he bled to death on the floor.

Foremen knocked on the door of Chase's apartment. "Chase? It's me! I brought you your things." As he knocked the door slowly creaked open. He realized it had been left ajar. He quietly let himself in and wandered around the front room. "Chase?" Maybe he is taking a nap or something, Foremen thought. He figured he would peek into the bedroom and maybe just leave Chase's things there. He hoped he could talk to Chase and make sure he was doing alright. Though he certainly didn't consider Chase a close friend he did feel sorry for him and worried about him at this trying time.

The door to Chase's bedroom was also slightly ajar so Foremen, his hands full, slowly pushed it open with his foot. There was a dim light filling the room from a small lamp. Foremen's eyes began to adjust to it but he felt something squishy beneath his feet. He blinked his eyes and looked down to see that the carpet was wet with something...something thick and red! Foremen knew it was blood. He gasped, his hands losing their grip on the box. It fell at his feet. He gazed ahead and in the dim light he could see the body. Chase, his wrists slit. Blood had dried on his arms. All around his body the carpet was red, soaked with it. His empty eyes were staring out with a look of horror and sadness. Foremen already knew it was too late but he knelt down and tried to find a pulse. The body was cold. It was over. Chase was gone.