Maybe it would be better if I was gone.If no one had to deal with me anymore.Maybe I was the terrible person and it wouldn't matter if I was there or not.

I reached for the bottle again but this time, placed my cup on the end table and admired the etching on the glass.The light from the bathroom sparkled as I turned the bottle in my hand.

I had thought about this so much in the past but now, I knew what had to be done.I knew what everyone was expecting and who was I to ...