As soon as he slammed the door, I went into a panic.

I ran upstairs to grab my phone, cursing the entire way. I called him immediately, he picked up on the third ring.

"Mr. Carter, he's gone. I couldn't stop him." I sat on the bed and fiddled with my fingers.

"I suggest you find a way to, Yasmin. Go to whatever lengths you need to. Your reputation is on the line," he ended the call and I could just tell he was smiling as he spoke.

I dropped the phone and squeezed my eyes. "I'm going to have to, aren't I?" I say the words aloud and recall Mr. Carter's words weeks ago.

"You should know that I would easily ruin your image to keep my son's in place. Bless is stupid little heart."

I sigh and look around my room for a piece of paper and a pen. How the hell do I do this?

Think, Yaz, think.

"Okay, write the letter first. That's it." I talk myself through my plan and squeeze my eyes shut. Fuck it.

Dear Logan,

I tried to warn you. You're all that I have. My parents couldn't give a damn about me, I don't have friends, I have no one. You were all I had, and you just left me. At the drop of a hat.

I know I had my issues, I know that I may not have been the best girlfriend or mistress, or whatever. I just wish you'd given me the chance to prove it to you.

Now that you're gone, I have nothing left to live for. You were my motivation, I needed you and you weren't there for me. Why do you always break your promises?

It doesn't matter anymore, I just wanted to say goodbye for good.

I love you, Logan, always.

Goodbye forever.

I read over the letter and roll my eyes at how pathetic it sounds. Now that the letter was done, I had to figure out how to get him here. If I took all of those fucking pills and he didn't get here in time, I would actually die.

So, what would bring him here?

I get out of the chair and rummage through the room and find quite a few of his things still here. I grab my phone again and decide to text him, if he doesn't respond then this plan goes to shit.

I sit down and wait for him to respond, fifteen minutes later, he responds. I nearly break my hand trying to grab my phone when I hear the notification.

"Yes!" I laugh nervously and fall into my bed. "Okay, okay, so I don't know when he'll get here but Logan is an early bird. He'll be up by the time the sun is."

I walk into my bathroom and rummage through my medicine cabinet. "Shit, what can I use?" I pause at the sight of my antidepressants.

Paxil, it was one of the strongest prescriptions I had for mood boosts. I remember reading about it, it could cause a series of symptoms if abused. But the most important one being death or coma.

I shake the bottle in my hand and stare at the pills in the bottle. I was supposed to take 20 mg a day. I'd stopped a few weeks ago. I had half a bottle right now.

"Maybe... 200 mg will do the trick." I took the bottle and sat on my bed, holding the bottle in my hand tightly.

I decide to go back downstairs and get a glass of wine for the morning, might as well add a little alcohol to the mix.

I sigh and sit the bottle of pills on my nightstand. I crawl under the covers and stare at the bottle until I can barely keep my eyes open. I quickly set an alarm on my phone for four in the morning.

I put my phone down and fall asleep easily.

I woke up to the sound of my alarm practically screaming at me, I turned it off with a curse. "Why the hell is it

g—oh, shit." I rub my forehead with a tired sigh and turn to look at the bottle of pills.

I look down at my hands and clench them around my sheets. "You've done this before, if you die... well, you die. It won't be all that bad either way," I talk to myself to build up the courage I desperately need.

I inhale and exhale for a moment before getting out of bed. I put on the dress I wore to Logan's birthday party, using it to symbolize my "pain" or whatever. It was a black dress with a silver band around the waist.

I look into my full length mirror and comb through my hair. I add a little lipsticks and stare at my reflection.

"This is it." I went to my bedside and put the letter down next to the bottle of pills.

I sat in the bed for a moment, building up the courage to actually grab the bottle. Mentally smacking myself, I grab the bottle and pour a third of the pills into my hand. I look at what should be around 200 mg before thinking better of it and adding more. I rolled the pills around in my hand for a moment and took the glass of wine I kept on my nightstand.

I took around ten at once, popped them in my mouth and drowned them in a gulp of wine. I did this until all of the pills were gone. When I finished, I turned the lamp off and laid down with my hands folded neatly over my stomach.

After twenty or so minutes, I felt my heart beating out of my chest. I began to tremble and the ceiling started spinning rapidly. Then everything went black.

I bang on her door once more, looking around. "Yasmin, open up, don't be difficult!" I text her again and wait another five minutes.

"Fuck it." With no response, I pull out the key she gave me and use it to unlock the door. I push the door open again and call out to her, I get no response again.

I set the key on the table and grab a few of boxes I kept in a spare closet she had below the stairs. I take three with me and head upstairs.

From the corner of my eye, I could see her sleeping figure. Of course. I sigh and walk into the closet, packing up my shoes first, then packing up my clothes.

I walked out of the closet and passed by the full body mirror. I squinted at the reflection behind me. Why was she in a dress?

I turn to look behind me and take in the open pill bottle. I drop the box and step closer to her.

Her face was pale and she was so still, I couldn't tell if she was even breathing. I grabbed the letter and read through it, my body froze in panic.

"Yasmin? Yasmin! Tell me you didn't do this!" I sit her up and tap her cheeks, she sags against me, not reacting to me.

"No, no no." I take her cold hand in mine and feel for a pulse on her wrist. "Shit!" I couldn't feel anything, I checked the pulse on her neck and scrambled to pull out my phone when I still felt nothing.

"Please send help, she took all of these pills and she's not responding to me!" I blink away the tears that blur my vision, clutching her to my chest.

"Sir, take a deep breath for me.

Does she have a pulse? What did she take?"

"No! She's not responding! She's not even breathing! Yasmin, please wake up!" I shake her and pull her back to my chest. I drop the phone and rock her in my arms, my face in her hair.

"Please, Yaz. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."