a prologue to a project for my summer vacation. It has a title, but I'm not going to tell yet. Did I mention it probably will be a ghost whisperer crossover? Well, 1 of the 2 projects starts here. know what that means? Bring Me To Life is coming back for another chap! How couldn't I after the season finale? But I'm going to do it 'the house way'. And when was the last time huddy fans heard that? Yeah, then.
There was no glow anymore. My eyes weren't sparkling. Everyone saw it, even I did. I don't know how, but something made my will to live go away. Nothing is different, everything is the same and I just can't take it anymore. So, why even bother? Why stay? I know it's the easy way out, but I've always been a coward. I should've asked him, told him. But I never could. And I still feel bad about it. Or is that just a sign this is working? I don't know, I don't want to know, everything that counts is that it will be over soon. And then it hits me. He didn't come to visit. I panic. He was supposed to stop me! He was supposed to come, to talk me out of this! I dial his number, but I know it is too late. It's no use, it's working. The last thing I see is my digital clock jumping to 00:00. Midnight. The start of a new day. My last.
This was going to end. Tonight, now. No one to stop me. No one to tell me I'm stupid for doing this. A chair already placed. What will they think if I do this? They probably would be happy when they find out they don't have to deal with me anymore. Only she will. But I saw it. The sparkle had disappeared from her eyes. She wasn't going to stick around any longer either. Carefully I climb on the chair. I almost fall off, but I steady myself. It's not time yet. I wonder what she's doing. She probably has finished her tea by know, drank every last drop to make sure it's working. When will she realize I'm not coming to save her? That I choose to go with her, instead of bringing her back? Like it's been listening to my thoughts, the phone chooses that time to ring. I look at my watch, one minute to midnight. Quickly I take the phone of the hook, next to me. No one needs to be warned, until it's too late. I put it somewhere, still on hold. Then I look at my watch. When it's exactly midnight, I kick the chair away. No one can tell me I didn't survive one last day.