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Chapter 1- To End It All

"FUCK. OFF." Emelia screamed. She knew this is what Gordon's mom wanted, she knew Gordon's mom was only doing this to ensure Emelia stayed the hell away from her son and her new daughter-in-law. It was dramatic, vindictive, and outright cruel.

But Amber was right. No one wanted Em there. No one had wanted her around for a long time.

"I won't have to see her again, Amber," Vicky assured, "God, hopefully for a long long time. She doesn't even attend family functions anymore. This was for the best. I heard Gordon say she even left without saying goodbye. I'm happy she did that. We won't have to deal with her issues, for hopefully a long while."

Emelia dropped the phone after swiping it off. Another sip of Crown, it seemed like the bottle was nearing half empty. The tears streamed down her face. She pictured Gordon and Vicky in just a few hours. She wondered if Gordon would say the same words he once had said to her when they made love.

One day you will be my wife... we will have the whole world at our fingertips. I love you Emelia, I'll never let you go....

Painful swollen eyes cracked towards another blinking email. It was from her landlord. The secret she had not told her family or Gordon about, and thus they thought she was heading home. She had been overdue on payments and was being evicted. She had begged her landlord to give her another chance.

She had long missed her chance.

The title told her all she needed to know. Her keys wouldn't work when she went back home. She already knew she couldn't go there.

Still, she opened the email and quickly read all she already knew.

What's the point, her dark mind whispered, the alcohol polluting her veins. Where will you go after this. Do you even want to get up in the morning?

If she had the strength to cry again, to bawl her eyes out, scream and yell... she would.

But she didn't. Her vision was blurred and a painful obsession began building inside of her. What's the point? No one wants you here. You don't want to be here.

She opened her phone and texted her grandmother a quick I love you. She knew Gran was already flying back to Florida, trying to stay as far away from family drama as she could. Gran couldn't let Em stay with her in the retirement community. No, once morning crested, Emelia would have nowhere to go. No one to turn to.

I don't want to be here.

Darkened eyes, leaning forward, Emelia pulled up her internet browser. The words almost doubled because of the alcohol coursing her veins, but she soon focused them into one.  For such morbid words she hoped more of a reaction would startle out of her, maybe even shock her into not looking at this.  A laugh, a cry... anything.

How to commit suicide.

The results were many. Most people talked about their fear of who found their bodies. Of the mess involved. If no one finds it quickly. Oddly, hotel rooms were appreciated for that, it guaranteed someone to stumble upon you.

If she killed herself, everything she owed the credit card companies wouldn't disappear. It would move on to another family member. Luckily it wouldn't be Gran as Emelia did her best to distance that name from all her bills and credit cards, but the debt would still go to her family, most likely her mother and stepfather as they were the closest living relatives the companies could pawn it off on. It would also be Karma coming full circle to them; forced to pay the bills of the one they cheated out of her life savings.

Still, they weren't rich up to their eyes like Gordon was- so there was still a small ball of guilt at the idea of that much debt would pass. But then Emelia realized, he was now a part of her family now. The bills would mean shit to him or Amber, except the anger it would cause them.

Emelia smiled with bitter humor at the thought. But it wasn't what she really cared about. It wasn't what the drunken sorrow of her mind craved.

Darkly reading, she scrolled on before finally retyping "How to commit a clean suicide". It took a few attempts at fixing her spelling errors; the alcohol coursing through her veins and altering how well she typed.

Emelia's pained hazel eyes absorbed every word. She had sleeping pills, a lot to knock her out. She suddenly relished the idea of not waking up. Of never waking up.

"Get into the bathtub." Emelia whispered; defeated eyes staring at the words before her. "Use a sheet to help haul you away in."

I don't want to be here... echoed the haze of emotions and pain within her again. Tears finally did spill down her face. The dark remnants of the nightmare she couldn't break free from. Their faces... all their faces... staring back at her. You're not wanted here.

Broken, drunk, and tormented... those words drowned her soul. God, she wanted it to stop, she wanted to sleep, she wanted all the pain to just go away.

"I'll go away." Emelia whispered with finality.

She closed out of her search screens, exited out of her emails. She contemplated a letter but realized she had nothing more to say. She closed the Microsoft document without ever having wrote in it beyond a feeble goodbye line. Finally, Emelia rose from her desk and turned away, ready to walk to the bathroom with her bottle of Crown and the container of pills.

But not before her laptop flickered again.

Not before something popped up on her screen, a black CMD command prompt box.

Not before sudden words blinked into existence.

PLEASE DON'T.

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A/N- Thanks for being patient with me on this, you guys. Hopefully you like chapter one. I apologize if there are any blatant errors, I will try and proof it again but waned to post it ASAP.