Well as 2 people know, I plan to quit FF for a portion of time. I've never really done a One Shot so it may be a bit awful. This is my last story before I leave. ⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘⌘ I slide the item on my hands, feeling the bare coldness of the steel knife on the tip of my fingers. The shape and the sharpness of the knife was tempting. As my body heat transfers to the item, I feel the lonely air over me. Ignored. My friends and my parents. All of them ignore me. Why?! Can't they just notice me anymore? No one. Everyone ignores me. They all left me. I'm useless. Unwanted. Because of them, I fell into a pit of depression. No one understood me anymore. No one was there for me anymore. They all abandoned me for the darkness to eat me alive. I'm nothing. As I stare at the rectangular envelope clenched in my fist, I look at the time. My parents won't be home until 1 A.M. because they could care less about their own daughter who has never smiled in 2 years. The daughter who they used to cherish and shower with their love. The windows, that was accessible to insects, blew nighttime fall winds to my bare arms. Tears flooded my eyes as I recollect all the old memories of when I had friends and supportive parents. What went wrong that all of the people I loved suddenly drifted away from me. I gripped the knife tightly and placed the envelope right next to me. I knew from the beginning that I was a bother. I guess I was just too full of myself to care. My so called 'friends' won't even go near me anymore. Sighing, I point the knife to the left side of my chest. My eyes land on a family portrait. My dad was behind me while I was sitting on a chair. My mom was standing next to my father, hands on my shoulder. It was a family portrait that the rich families take. As a tear fall, I take my last, deep breath. Mother, Father, Lillian, Macy. Will you miss me when I'm gone? Will you even notice my absence? Will you cry over my grave?! No. You won't. I lunge the knife to my lower chest. I gasp, feeling the pain like thousands of little shards just stabbing you everywhere. As my tears fall, I look over at the clock. 3 more hours 'till they get here. My vision darkens and my heart beats slowly. I close my eyes. My heart pounds slowly as every minutes passes. Breath in. Breath out. Breath in. Breath out. DEAD.