I wiped my tears as I signed the letter and folded it. I was going to do it.
I was finally going to kill myself.
I pick up the lovely orange bottle that held the key to ending my life and opened it, gazing down at the white tablets that were nestled into the bottom.
"Goodbye." I whisper, kicking the pills back and swallowing them with some water. I then laid down on the large bathroom floor and cried as I slipped out of consciousness.
"Levi! I'm home!" I call. I waited a couple minutes and didn't get a reply. Odd. he has been acting a little... distant lately. SHIT! The realisation hit me like a freight train (A/N I just love trains).
"LEVI!" I shout, running up the stairs quickly. I saw a paper on the bed and unfolded it, expecting a note that said he was at the store but what I read confirmed my suspiscions.
If you are reading this I am more than likely dead. I'm sorry but I just couldn't bring myself to live anymore. I love you and always will.
With Much Love,
I shouted in anger, hurt and emotional pain and threw the letter down, running to the bathroom where I found an unconscious Levi.