It’s late,
I enter to an empty house.
Cold...alone..
I head up the stairs, no one.
I grab a drink from the kitchen and walk to my room,
Then I see it.
That little white paper, oh how those words scared me.
I hurried up the stairs to the attic,
There she is, shaking, pistol in hand.
I ran towards her to stop it...
I'm sorry.
That’s the last thing she said...
Why did she have to do it?
I heard a bang and watched her blood cover the floor.
No... she can’t do this to me...
I stand up slowly and pick up the pistol.
How could she do this to me?
I slowly put the gun to my head.
I'm going with her.
