…Sorry this took so long. I've been drafting other fics for a while… I really think I should make a Total Drama one using "Monster" by Meg and Dia (go look that song up right now)…But I'm blank on what character to use. Any suggestions? None of the new cast please! Here are my top character ideas, but I REALLY need suggestions:
Alejandro (again)
Heather
Duncan (…I hope that I don't need to explain)
Gwen
Courtney (I could see it)
Chris ("Then he slowly saw their nightmares were his dreams"…)
Noah? I could kind of see him taking on a somewhat evil role…
I'd prefer to do a guy, but I could see using a girl. (That's what she said)
Anyways; let's get to the suicide on the agenda! I will be doing the funeral, as suggested by I'll Cover Angel and Collins…I will be using a song for it, but it's a surprise :)

I tried to kill the pain…but only brought more…
I'd been wrong; it hadn't been the quickest way, and easily one of the most painful. If I hadn't been in so much pain, I might have laughed at the current weather; heavy rain. Not storming, not quite a storm, but just enough to wash my cold blood off the street outside. Oh yeah, I'd jumped out the window of my bedroom…I lived in a penthouse with my family.

I lay, dying, and I'm pouring crimson regret…and betrayal. I'm dying, praying, bleeding…I'm screaming.
I hadn't intended to make a scene…but the pain was too much to bear. Screaming seemed to be a release. Believe it or not, my family was Christian, and I was no exception. I prayed every prayer I could think of. I wanted my pain to end.

Am I too lost to be saved? Am I too lost?
I'd done some horrible things in my lifetime. Not even just on the show. I was a horrible person, but had God given up on me? Impossible; He gave up on no one.

My God, my tourniquet; return to me, salvation. My God, my tourniquet; return to me, salvation.

[A/N]: I'm skipping some, here. Just 'cause.

I long to die!

My God, my tourniquet, return to me, salvation. My God, my tourniquet, return to me, salvation.

My wounds cry for the grave

I'd gotten quite a few gashes. Both when I hit and on the way down…I hadn't exactly thought of the tree outside my window… They were, well, painful, obviously.

My soul cries for deliverance. Will I be denied, Christ? Tourniquet…

"Alejandro?" I heard a woman's voice cry out. I forced myself to look up. The Blessed Mother. I blinked, but when my eyes were reopened, it was just my own mother standing in my path. I didn't know what to say as she tried to pick me up. The last emotion I ever felt; guilt.

My suicide

[A/N] Omg, that was short! And cliché near the end, too. Yep, I'm definitely 13. Oh yeah, I'm 13! Aren't I dark? Lmfao. I'll be turning 14 in 16 days; but I'll be on a cruise, so don't bother wishing me a happy birthday; I won't get it until I'm back in April. Yes, I mentioned God this chapter. Problem? I don't care. It's about time I was more proud of my faith. And besides, this song mentions Him quite a bit. I warned you that this was what I'd be using, and if you knew it/looked it up, you would have known.
Next chapter…soon? Idk
Fair warning, Noah is an ass next chapter…no, really. …Unless I use someone else for the role I've chosen him for, but you know.