"Well, I've got to give it to you kid, you've finally done something right." My mother's voice rang through her office, I sighed deeply looking at the floor, my body sulking even deeper into the luxurious leather chair in front of her desk, she didn't seem to care.

"Daniel, don't you see what this means? We have nothing to worry about now, we're safe." She said happily, reaching for a glass of scotch. I shrugged my shoulders, still feeling undeniably guilty. I didn't know that it would affect me that much, but then again, I didn't have any other choice, did I? There was nothing for me, but to do my mother's bidding. She made sure of that.

"Did the scholarship go through?" I asked plainly. At least that had been something good my mother had done, even though her intentions were far from innocent. She scoffed before answering.

"Oh yeah, I had to spend a substantial amount of money to ensure that it went through, but at least she'll be far away from us, and more specifically, far away from Michael. After all, there's nothing keeping her in this city anymore." She said with a smirk.

My heart clenched. I didn't really have anything against Amy, or even Katherine for that matter. Amy seemed to be a sweet girl, always kept to herself and never caused trouble. I haven't really talked to her before, but it didn't take much to figure out that she wasn't a bad person.

It was heartbreaking to see her in that position, I had never seen someone look so undeniably broken as she was on the day she discovered about the bet. But I knew that I had no choice, my mom wanted her far away. And the only way to ensure that, without any forcible approaches, was to make her willingly want to leave.

And as for Katherine, I never knew she would actually fall in love with her. I had purposely chosen her for this because I knew she hated Amy, and in the end, she wouldn't end up hurt. She might had even gotten a kick out of it. Oh how wrong I was, apparently this whole thing backfired and she ended up falling for the girl. And there's nothing I could do about that.

"You know, I was actually disappointed the girl made it, it would have been so much easier if she just didn't wake up from that coma of hers. We wouldn't have had to spend any money with her tuition then." My mother muttered, more as a way of thinking to herself than of speaking to me.

"I wonder how she paid for her medical expenses, maybe Katherine did it. Way to put her in a leash. You know, if circumstances were different, I might even like the girl. We're very similar in some aspects." She added, the tone of amusement barely hidden in her voice. I sighed but she just shrugged her shoulders as she continued to talk.

"But well, it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters is that dear Amy is out of our lives for good." I nodded, knowing that by now she didn't even care if I were there or not. I had delivered the good news and that was all that mattered for her.

I just sighed and got up, heading out, and thinking about how 'lovely' this dysfunction little family of ours was.

I looked down at the bottle of Fentanyl lying on my hand. Two weeks, two weeks had passed since that dreadful day, and still here I was, a shadow of what I used to be...

I took a deep breath, looking down at the bottle. It would be so easy to just do it, I would just simply fall asleep, and wouldn't wake up. Countless of people had done it before me, so, why shouldn't I? I didn't want to live with the pain anymore.

I should have been already used to it by now. With the years of abuse, betrayal and sadness, but the truth was, I wasn't used to it. If anything, the happiness I felt with her, in the short amount of time we were together, only made it harder for me to accept that it was over. Or better yet, that it had never really happened.

Everything, the loving words, the embraces, the silly moments, the happy ones... they were all a lie. I was just a game for her, I had been since the beginning. It was pathetic really, the fact that I really believed her. Was I that desperate for some kind of affection, that it clouded my judgment?

I should have listened to my gut, when she first started getting close to me. I should have cut her off then, but I was too stupid, and I let her in. Like a snake she coiled her way around my heart, constricting me to the point of no return, making me be at her will, making me hers.

I took a sharp intake of air, suddenly feeling like my chest was going to burst from the agony I was feeling. The tears already burned their incessant trail down my cheeks, soaking everything in reach, but I didn't care anymore.

I took a handful of the pills in my hand, and looked down. Could this be the answer? Could I really do this?

My thoughts then averted back to Manuel, how would he react? Would he be mad? Would he hate me? Yes, that was a big possibility, wasn't it? I thought about him, about his parents, who had done so much for me so far.

They took me in, gave me a job and treated me like family. Was it right to do this? After everything I've been through, was it worth it to just give up? To hurt the people I cared so deeply for, to make them go through something as horrible as to find my lifeless body lying on this bed? Could I really be that selfish? No, I don't think I could.

No, I wouldn't be a coward and take my own life. I wouldn't be selfish enough to put my best friend through this, and I would not disappoint my mother. I had promised her that I would fight, and that was what I was going to do.

I hastily put the pills back in the bottle, before forcibly throwing it on the other side of the bed. I had been a fighter all my life, this was just another setback, I would get over it, I would get over her.

I heard a loud knock on the door, I lied back on the bed and muttered a low 'come in.' Nothing happened for a few seconds, but soon enough Manuel came in, a tray of food in his arms. As soon as he saw me he almost broke down in tears himself. I knew it was hard for him, to see me suffer like that. It was like my pain was his as well.

He put the tray down eyeing me carefully, like I was a wounded animal and he didn't want to spook me. I almost rolled my eyes at him, the way he was looking at me, like I was seconds away from doing something horrible. Well, I had thought about it, but it was not like I was actually going to do it, I have never gone through with it before and now wouldn't be any different.

"Amy..." He started, his eyes now averting to the bottle of painkillers lying on the foot of the bed, he opened his eyes wide in alarm.

"You didn't." He said sternly, although there was doubt in his affirmation. I sighed.

"You know me better than that El, I might be a lot of things, but a coward is not one of them." I said, my voice was hoarse from all the crying, but still my tone was almost emotionless.

"Amy, I'm worried about you." He said, his voice was nothing more than a shy whisper, like he was afraid to admit that to himself, and to me. I sighed.

"Well don't. I won't do anything stupid." I said simply, I knew he had nothing but my best interest at heart, but right now I couldn't bring myself to care. I couldn't bring myself to act nicely. I was hurt, the feeling of betrayal had scarred me so hard, that I didn't know if I could ever be that same Amy he knew before.

"Could have fooled me." He said, now reaching for the bottle and putting it in his pocket, he was looking at me like I was a fucking time bomb. I didn't answer, I just looked up at the ceiling, I couldn't bring myself to look at him anymore. The pity in his features was making me sick.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked, I shook my head.

"No." I said simply and he sighed.

"You can't keep bottling this up for the rest of your life Amy, you need to talk to someone." He argued and I snorted, unenthusiastically.

"Well too bad, because I don't want to talk about it." I said, my eyes now averting back to the already open letter lying on the nightstand. Manuel followed my gaze, he furrowed his brows.

"Is that..." He didn't finish before I cut him off with a nod.

"Came in this morning, when you were at work." I answered. He nodded.

"And were you..." He started, but once again I cut him off.

"Yes, I was accepted. Term starts next month." I said simply, I saw pain cross his features in the split second I allowed myself to look at him. I felt awful for the way I was treating him, but right about now I couldn't really do anything about it.

"I think it will be good for me." I said finally, trying to redeem myself a little bit. He sighed.

"I know it might seem like that, but Amy, you alone in a new city, away from everything you've always known. Do you really think now it's the right time? Why not wait until the next term?" He said, it sounded more like a plea.

He was scared, after all, if I was away from him he wouldn't be able to protect me from myself. No one would. Although I did mean it when I said I wasn't going to do anything stupid, I think he didn't really believe me. And I couldn't blame him, if I were in his shoes, I wouldn't believe me either.

"I'm not even sure if the scholarship still stands if I don't start next month. Who can say that they won't pass the opportunity to someone else?" I asked and he sighed in defeat. He knew I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity. It was basically the one good thing that happened to me in this hell I called life.

"I'm going to miss you." He said, and that made me smile sadly, I was going to miss him too. I was going to miss his parents, I was going to miss working at the shop... but I needed to do this, it was the right thing for me right now.

"I'm going to miss you too... But hey, you could always come up to Cambridge to visit me. And also, it's not like I won't be coming back, right?" I said, although the last part was not exactly true, I knew that if the opportunity arrived, I wouldn't think twice in staying. There was nothing left for me in this city, aside from bad memories. He then smiled sadly and nodded, he saw right through me.

"You're strong Amy, you can overcome anything anyone throws your way, I know that. I'm so proud of you. You're going to be a great doctor." He said after a while, I smiled.

"I sure hope so." I answered, a small almost imperceptible smile on my lips.