* Note * Yeah, this is short. I needed to end there. Sorry. Oh, and don't hate me for this chapter! Haha, I know some of you will :P

Once Dad and Amber went to bed, well, fool around in the bedroom would be more accurate, I went into the kitchen and got a knife bigger than the one I had in my room.

"Perfect," I said to myself. I walked quietly back to my room, not making a sound, and closed the door behind me. I sat down at my desk and got out a piece of paper and pen. I started writing a letter to those I loved and hated.

Hi, if you are reading this, then I, Eli Goldsworthy, am no longer living in this place called Earth. I'm writing this because I want to have one last word to some people. So please, who ever is reading this, please send the letter to everyone I mention in here. Thanks.

Mom – I miss you. I need you now. Why can't you be here with me? Dad's a total mess. He's marrying some slut. He doesn't deserve you. I wished I'd gone with you, but I didn't. I'm so ashamed of that. If I could change the past, I would. For you. I'm so sorry for killing myself. But, it's better for everyone this way. No one really likes me. I know you love me, but you're so far away now and it's becoming hard to tell. I love you. Goodbye, forever.

Dad – I honestly hate you, Dad. You were never a good parent once Mom left. You sleep around, get drunk, and do all of this shit. It's not a very good example for me, you know. And why would you marry Amber? You're already married. To Mom. Remember her? The love of your life? If you didn't love her then why didn't you divorce her? Make it easier on her, okay?

Adam – I'm going to miss hanging out with you. You're really, my best friend. I'm sorry for doing this, but hey, at least you have Clare. Take care of her for me, please. Anyways, I am really sorry. It's the only way. I deserve this. Bye.

Clare – Ever since Julia, I hadn't loved anyone up until you came along. I feel so bad for doing what I'd done before winter break. I shouldn't have gone that far with Fitz. I know how hard it was for you to see me almost die, and it's probably heartbreaking for you to know that I am gone now, but it's the best thing for me, for everyone. I never should've gotten the chance to live. I only cause trouble. I'm really sorry. I wish I could say bye in person, but I know you'd talk me out of it. Don't be too sad, you'll find someone else. I know it. I love you, Clare I'll miss you. Take care, goodbye.

I had tears in my eyes when I finished writing. I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Before I wouldn't even think about doing this. Although, I wouldn't think about injuring myself either. I guess this was the way it was supposed to end. I killed Julia, so I'll kill me. At least I didn't kill Clare. She was lucky.

Not me, though. I've only been lucky twice in my life—when I met Julia, and when I met Clare. They were the highlights of the last seventeen years.

I got the letter and grabbed a piece of tape. I taped the letter onto my bathroom mirror. But before that, I took one last, good look at myself before I would die.

I looked terrible. I was so much skinnier now. I lost a lot of weight. I had so many scars on my body now. It looked like I'd gotten attacked from some animal, or something. I never did smile in the last two and half months. My life was over. Well, it was going to be. In only a few minutes, I would be dead. I can't believe all these years had gone by so quickly.

I felt one of my scars, and then, I knew, it was time.

I picked up the knife with a shaky hand. It's almost over, I told myself.

"Goodbye," I said into the mirror, my last words. With tears in my eyes, I plunged the knife into my stomach, and dropped down to the floor.