It all seemed like a blur. You were out with Mark and he suddenly pushes you out of the way and you hear a loud crash. So you sat there next to him, screaming at him to stay alive for you otherwise not only his life would be over, but yours would too. But now, Mark didn't listen to you and didn't stay alive. So now all you've been doing is been trying to get as close to dying as possible but just before you can die, someone comes and messes it up. But this time, you're not letting anyone stop you because Mark was the only good thing in your life.
Right now, you look in the bathroom mirror, staring at the horror that is you. You were extremely skinny, had dark circles under your eyes, tear stains on your face which seemed to be permanent and you could see the sadness in your eyes and you were tired of waiting for your starvation the kill you and was just going to put a bullet straight through your head. No one seemed to care. No one came to check if you were okay so what was the point if no one wanted to see you? So now you turned away from the mirror, clutching a letter in one hand and a loaded gun in the other. You held the gun to your head,
"I can't wait to see you again Mark."
Click...
Bang...
