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Author Chan POV:

Looking around the house, I check to see if anyone is home.

No-one.

Good.

I walk silently to the kitchen, the boulder on my chest heavy. Really heavy. But I know I'm doing the right thing.

Looking in the bottom drawer I see pills. Lots of them. This is going to be easy, this is going to be hard. Right here, right now, I'm giving up all I've worked up to. But I don't care.

Pills in one hand, suicide note in the other I think of everything I'm giving up.

My family. They never really cared of me, my existence is but an accident. They liked the idea of having a child, and their younger child is better anyway.

My friends.
My friends are my family, am I really going to just leave because of my selfishness. That would hurt them.

My girlfriend.

My mind goes numb. What am I doing?

She won't be able to deal with this.

If I leave, she will too. I can't-

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Ripping up my suicide note, I throw it in the bin. I also pack away the pills.

Staring at the drawer, I sigh.

How could I be so selfish

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