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Nick looked down at the bathroom floor. No one would be home for hours so he had time to remember. Remember what had happened. What had happened to his whole life.

"Everyone needs someone. You can’t be alone! Everybody needs somebody!" Nick repeatedly told himself. Ever since everyone he knew had died, he stayed with his uncle. He didn’t know who this kid was. He just lived in his house for some reason. He didn’t care really, about anyone or anything, just the booze and the bets. To him, this kid was an intrusion.

"The plans we had! Our plans! I knew we could get it together! We were almost there! We had the audition and everything! We could have made it" Nick trailed off, again staring at the bathroom floor.

Nick twirled the blade between his fingers and watched it shimmer in the light. It was so sleek and sharp. He took the blade between his thumb and forefinger and got a few strands of hair. As he sliced through his golden locks, he thought of the blood that would fall just as effortlessly as his hair. The thought made him smile.

"You know, we would have had girls after us all the time! You should have thought about that! Before you left me! You knew it would happen! You knew it!" Nick said, feeling the rage burn up inside of him.

"The light was green! They were ok to go! That bastard had no right to run a red light! NO RIGHT!" Nick stood up and started throwing things all over the bathroom floor. As he threw the bottle of sedatives, his doctor had prescribed for him, at the mirror, it smashed. Nick watched the sharp reflectors make their crashing sound on the tiled floor.

Nick looked at his hands. They were all cut and bleeding. He put his hand to his face and smelt the sweet smell of blood. "Good!" he thought, "I’ve already got a head start!"

Nick looked out the window. Pouring with rain again. "Something to wash away the blood" he told himself.

Nick sorted through all the broken pieces of glass and his sedative pills for the blade. Tossing pieces of glass everywhere, he gave up looking for the blade and started switching stations on the radio. He heard a song he knew and it really fit the occasion. ‘Teenage Suicide’. He sat back and leaned against the bathtub.

He then searched his pocket for a picture of his family and friends. He opened his wallet and stared at the pictures long and hard. Remembering what each of them sounded like, walked like, laughed like. It saddened him to remember his best friend, Jessica, who had always been the one to talk him out of these little suicidal situations. He laughed a little and smiled.

"Where are ‘ya now Jess? Where are ‘ya now? You can’t stop me this time you know! I knew you wouldn’t be able to talk me out of it at least once! But don’t worry Jess, I’ll be there soon. Just hang on, a few more minutes and we’ll be laughing again. Together again. Just like the good old times!"

Nick reached for a piece of broken glass, searching for one sharp enough to do the job. He held it in the air and said "Don’t worry guys, I’m coming"

He brought the blade down and slit one of his wrists. He gave the glass to the other hand and slit his other wrist. Seeing the blood flowing everywhere, he stood up and climbed into the bathtub and collapsed, hitting his head as he did.

Nick died at 11:15 pm on Tuesday the sixteenth of May, the one year anniversary of the day the rest of his family and friends died.

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