September 4th
Michael's POV
Today is the day. I'll be doing everyone a favor. Luke won't miss me. He just told me 2 days ago to drop dead. Eileen doesn't even want me around. No one does. I'm going to do what I have never done before.
Put a gun in my head.
Seems dramatic, and it bit too much, but if you tried to commit suicide 24 times, you're going to want to do something that won't have you recover.
I get out a pen and paper and start to write a note for everyone.
I smiled and I set the letter on the desk, turn up the music, and I put the gun to my head.
"Goodbye sick, sad world."
And I pull the trigger.