I slammed the balcony door behind me as I faced the hellfire eyes of my
father.

"What were you doing out there?" he growled.

"I wa-"

His hand connected with my face.

"You abused Matthew, left us at dinner, and made a fool out of us! Luckily,
Matthew's parents have not called off the marriage! But do you realize what you
could've done?"

I nodded slowly, rubbing my cheek.

He straightened again, "Good."

He turned to leave and I felt relieved. I my brain was so clouded with
thoughts of Alex that I almost didn't hear my father interrupt me again.

"What were you doing out on the balcony? You know you are not permitted out
on the balcony unless you are addressing your subjects."

"Yes, Father, I know. The night just looked so beautiful I wanted
to-"

"That better be the only reason you were out there." And he finally turned
and left.

My mother stood there with a cold stare, "You are a disappointment to
us."

I stood there as if I was a deer in the headlights.

It hurt more than the pain in my cheek.

She turned on her heel and huffed off down the hall.

I went to close the door, but it was broken. The door was part way off it's
hinges.

That explains the loud crack.

But, now I couldn't separate myself from the rest of the world. I couldn't
stall life anymore. It was coming.

I slumped to my bed and sat on the edge. I was broken, just like my
door.

Broken by my own parents.

The voices in my head were fighting with each other. Different scenes of my
life laced throughout the conversation. It was like rewatching a movie I hadn't
seen in years but you already knew the ending.

I knew my ending.

I slid off the bed and ripped three pieces of paper from my notebook. I
scribbled some words to make a letter to Cassadee and my parents. I remembered a
small note to my brother explaining he was innocent in all this.

I hated leaving him, but this had to be done.

I opened my medicine cabinet and grabbed the first bottle I saw.

This was it.

What a shitty ending.

But then again, it was a shitty movie.

My mind raced, as it usually does when you know you're going to die.

'Depression.

Hate.

Parents.

Smack.

Six feet.

I'd be six feet under soon.

I'll finally be six feet under the stars.

Stop crying. This is the best.

Cut. Blood.

Matt. I hate him.

Take the goddamn pills already.

Shut up and die.

One. Okay.

I'm growing up.

"Never grow up, Wendy."'

Alex's voice rang in my mind.

"Alex," I whispered. I put the bottle down.

"I need to find Alex."

I grabbed a bag and threw some clothes in it.

"I'm going to find Alex."

Maybe it was the pill talking or maybe id finally gone mad.

I walked out on the balcony, to the railing and hopped over the side,
taking my time to get my footing.

But nothing was stopping me from finding the boy.

Slowly, but surely, I made my way to the ground and when I was close enough
I hopped off the wall. I gazed off into the winding streets of the endless city.
I had no idea where to look or what I was going to find when I found him.

I just knew I had to.

Alex.

You're impossible.

Notes

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