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Plans and Actions

She had realized before what she was missing, unable to see or feel or, overall, experience the people to whom she was married. Or dating, in Data's case.

But now she saw it. And she knew how to solve the problem.

The problem was that she was in a separate world than the people she loved. The solution was for her to go to that world. And that would happen when she died.

"I might just have to…speed it up some," she thought. She turned and walked into her bedroom so her parents wouldn't see, and quietly said to L, "I'm coming home. Tonight, I'll do it tonight."

"What?" he asked.

"I'm going to kill myself. So I can come home. I love you—I can't stay this way anymore. I can't. So I'm going to come home," she explained.

"Anita, I love you too…but…are you sure? Are you sure you can do this?" he inquired.

"Of course I can! L, I love you! I love you so much, and I can't stand this anymore! Every second I'm losing you again! I have to do this," Anita told time.

L nodded. He didn't like this—the girl obviously needed help. He would get just enough doubt into her mind that she wouldn't, and when she acted, the mystery would be unveiled to all. She would get the help she needed.

Anita, on the other hand, was planning. She would need something to kill herself with, and she didn't want the body to be found—surely, she thought, that would be much easier for everyone involved—so she would use a bridge. She would need a way to wake up late at night…

And then it came to her. She would use her old alarm clock, plug in her headphones, set the alarm for very late at night, or very early in the morning, and then she would take the kitchen knife and go. Just leave, go to the canal path, find a bridge, and die.

The bluntness, the immediacy of her death, it made her smile. She would go home. Tomorrow morning he would wake up in the embrace of someone she loved.

So she wrote a letter, and she set the alarm.

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That night, she stood. It should be late enough. And so she grabbed her ribbon, tied it around her waist, under her shirt, made a holster for the knife out of a simple loop of cloth, and went into the kitchen. She got a glass of water, plunked an ice cube in it, and found the knife. She crunched the cold cube between her teeth as she slipped the knife into the holder she had made, and grabbed the last cube as she walked to the door.

She opened it, her father called out her name, and she ran.

Soon she was outside, hiding in places of the apartment complex where she had never even been. She had hidden under a car. The knife didn't work in the holder, so she held it in her hand. A few times, she prepared, but the knife was dull, and L had asked if she was sure, and her father's cry kept ringing out in her head, playing again and again.

She wasn't sure. She should go back. It would be alright if she went back. But no.

"I have to die," she thought.

It was on the canal path that they found her. She was numb, cold, as they took her back. She had given them the knife. She had given up. She had failed.

A/N: Ooooh, plot point! So, yeah, Anita Heathers has spent time in a psych ward (some of her friends, actually, are from there. O.O)

And sorry, neither this nor the next chapter are nearly as long as I'd hoped. Ah, well, on to A World Unknown after the next one…which I just need to upload. (Say thank you to the computer for six hours of no internet connection.)

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