Hagakure escorted me into my room. I asked to be left alone and he complied. I drank as much vodka as I could endure and smashed the half full bottle upon the floor. I was finished, finished with the continuous sorrow and despair. I knew who the next victim would be and I also knew who the culprit would be. They were both myself. The death of a man I felt as though I knew for years however I only knew for three days was a major contributing factor in my decision. However the deaths of five innocent, talented students and many more bound to occur was something I couldn't live with another day. I knew that if I ever saw Ishimaru or Hagakure suffer any pain that I would definitely lose my mind. I waited till ten o'clock until I carried my plans out.
I quietly opened the door to Hagakure's room. He was my best friend inside this prison and I would never forget his kindness. I was angry at myself for deserting him, however he was resilient, he was brave and I knew he could make it out of here. I took my beloved crystal necklace off and laid it upon Hagakure's bedside table. I uttered a Buddhist prayer of safety to the sleeping man. He had taught me the very same prayer on the first day we arrived at this hell hole. I kissed him on the cheek and left silently. Then I entered Ishimaru's room and left a slip of paper upon his desk. It was a drawing of him as a politician addressing a group of people, I had written: "Follow your dreams, love Amethyst" upon the back. I smiled endearingly at the man sleeping in crisp white pyjamas and gently pulled the blankets he had kicked off during his sleep back over him.
"Good night, little general." I whispered before leaving the room.
When Monobear announced that an art room was on the newly opened level I felt relief wash over me, it was then I knew how I would extinguish my life. Being an artist I knew very well what combinationsof paint and art products could be mixed to create toxic fumes. I searched about in the dark and came across all the products I needed. After a few minutes of pouring and mixing the fumes drifted out of the mixture and into my respiratory system.
"I still love you." I uttered before collapsing upon the ground.
"Amethyst?" Hagakure called knocking upon the door. "Are you awake yet?". After waiting a few minutes for a reply Hagakure opened the door, "Wakey, wake- Amethyst?" He looked about the room in confusion. The bed was empty and he noticed shards of glass upon the floor. "Amethyst?" He called again, more urgently this time. He went to check the bathroom. The door was open and there was no one inside. She's probably gone to breakfast. He thought leaving the room. Just before he left he look one last look at the bed and noticed a sheet of paper. It was a detailed drawing of all of the students, grinning happily as if posing for a group photo. He smiled happily. She sure is talented, Hagakure thought. As he turned the piece of paper over tears dripped down his cheeks. It simply read: Goodbye.