she sits on the floor up against the wall……she’s been like this for several days…..not moving or anything……..just thinking…….she looks around her. the walls are bare. the floor is too, except beside her. a piece of paper with writing on it that was smudged here and there with tears was lying there in front of her. beside her lies a gun. the whole time she’s been sitting, she’s stared at it…never taking her gaze from it. The note she wrote said, “to everyone…..i’m sorry…….sorry for anything i’ve done or said…..i will miss you…..but i don’t know if you can say the same….i wonder sometimes….i wonder where all this will lead to……….well now….I say….goodbye…” she finally took that last look at the gun and picked it up. she closed her eyes and began to cry…..her hand began to shake, thus making the gun shake……she place the tip of it to her head, still shaking………she took a deep breath and steadied herself….……then……….she pulled…….