I just imagined your death. No one was around to tell me what had happened, no one looked to tell me. I was just sitting there, wonering where everyone was, and why i couldn't get in touch. Just sitting. Just breathing.

You weren't. You were spraweld out on the floor, with the knife in your hand and the notes on the rug. Notes to everyone but me. Each were individually marked and sealed. No one bothered to touch them. No one.

After an hour or so, someone called. I'm not sure who, becuase after the first two words, my mind when numb and everything was blurry. All I knew, was that they were wrong. They had to be. So, I got into the car and drove there. Drove to your house. The one that drove you crazy.

The ambulances were already gone, and everyone was at the hosbital. The house was empty. The pulse was gone in it.

I walk into the kitchen and see the blood. I guess the ambulences don't mess with that stuff. Looking around, I don't notice anything, until I look at the rug next to the pool of blood. There is something underneth it. Something purposfully put there.

I bend down and pick it up. The rug must have been messed with during all the excitement, otherwise I wouldn't have seen it at all.

It's a note. A note adressed to me. It reads:

"I'm sorry for this. I know I promised I wouldn't hurt myself this badly, but you know how I am. I was never truthful. Never have been, never will be.
If you have this note, I guess you are wondering why I hid yours. Do you want to know? Well, I want you to know me. well, I guess, WANTED, is the word to use. I was always hiding. Always. I never let anyone find me, and I always hoped that perhaps someone would look hard enough and find who i was. Kind of like you had to do for this note.
I just want you to know that I love you, and I'm sorry that I had to leave so early in the game. It was unfair of me to do this to you, but it was something I had to do. Please understand.

I love you."

Wow. Nothing is going through my mind, other than, it was your half of the game and it was your call. So, I place the note in my pocket and go down to the hosbital where everyone else is. Hopefully they will understand their notes like i did.