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Somewhere, a girl sat in her room, a lit cigarette in hand, and an open bottle of Jack Daniels next to her foot. It was her second or third of the night. She had lost count, not that she really cared, after about the first half of the first bottle.

There was really no need for It, because she was already waster. If you took her blood right then, you'd get an alcohol sample, not a blood sample. In fact, she was so drunk, she had fallen out of her chair, and was on the floor, and she'd accidentally lit the filter end of her cigarettes several times. Wryly, she thought that she should switch to something filterless, so that she no longer had to worry about lighting the wrong end. Then, she remembered that she probably wasn't even going to live to see the morning, let alone a time when she needed more smokes.

Scattered around her were a couple empty booze bottles, as well as some that were full. That amount of booze just might've been overkill for someone of that size. In a neat little group on the tiny end table next to her chair were several bottles and packets of sleeping pills. She could easily reach them from where she sat next to the chair. She'd been planning this night for almost a year now, and damned if she was going to let her drunkenness get in the way of her plan. The only thing was, she didn't know how she was going to get the tops off them In the state she was. But it didn't matter, she'd figure it out somehow. She wasn't that stupid.

Her note was written neatly, and propped up next to the collection of pills. Hopefully, after she died, whoever she was found by would also find that note. But that was just a theory. At least there, It wouldn't be mistaken for garbage or anything. Tonight was the night that she would say fuck it all and head on to whatever the afterlife had to offer. It couldn't be any worse than the hell that she was living in... Right?

With that thought running through her head, she reached up and grabbed the nearest bottle of pills. She nearly managed to knock the rest onto the floor in the process. When she managed to get her hands wrapped around it, she brought it down to her level, and started fumbling with the cap. Goddamned child proof shit.

She managed to get the top off, and shook out some of the pills into her hand. Then, there was the noise of fabric ripping, and 2 men appeared in her room. One of them she recognized, but he hadn't spoken to her in several months, and had told her he wanted nothing to do with her. The other, she also recognized, but she'd never met him. Glancing between the man in front of her and one of the posters on her wall, she dropped the pills in shock. The one that she never met was Andy Six.

"Holy shit, I think I'm fucking hallucinating." She slurred out.