Little red pills. I need them. Now. One isn't enough. Maybe two... or three... or ten... no, ten is too many. Three should do it. But they're too big; how the fuck will she take them without noticing them. maybe I can spike her drink. But I need a hammer. I wish someone would beat Abby with a hammer. But I don't have a hammer. WHAT THE FUCK DO I DO... maybe I can use my history book. Yeah, this is thick. I fucking hated doing this shit anyways. OK, put the pills on some paper. Now I gotta crush them with the book. Hopefully they won't explode. FUCK YOU ABBY. FUCK YOU MELISSA. FUCK YOU MADDIE. Good; now they're crushed. Now the time has come. BOOM.

She's too busy with the exercise bike; she won't notice if I go downstairs. But I need to walk carefully, or the powder will go everywhere. Nice and slow. That's good. I'll pour the water first, then I'll add my special creation. Here's a nice glass of water. OOPS, there's red shit in it. I should make it go away. Just stir it a little. There, all gone. I'm sure it doesn't taste any different. You can still enjoy it.

Now let's give this to her. She really needs it. Walk carefully, or it'll spill. The doorknob is calling me from downstairs. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. Step. So close. Open the door. Peek around the corner. There she is, completely unsuspecting. Mom, I'm sorry for forgetting about you. I love you, and I know you've been through a lot. I brought you some water. Thank you, I'm glad you owned up to your actions. SHE'S TAKING IT. You spend so much time obsessing over Chloe, you forget all about me. OH GOD, CHLOE... WAIT, SHE'S DRINKING IT. I'm gonna go on Snagajob. Alright, I'll see you later.

She better hurry up; I have to help Chloe. Oh no, why did she have to die; why couldn't it have been Abby or Melissa... I need Chloe. I need something while I wait. But what... My favorite solo. Perfect. Hush now, don't speak; This is just the start; Words can't save us; Spinning in my heart; Little things that bind; Stronger than you know; Gentle smiling heart; Will always be at home; Dream on a star; We're more than we are; Heaven's here tonight; Magic burning bright; An angel full of life; You're never alone; Dream on a star; We're more than we are; Heaven's here tonight; Magic burning bright; An angel full of life; You're never alone; Dream on a star; Dream on a star; Dream dream dream; Dream dream. I'm in my own little world where everything is perfect... but I need to check on something... Is she still there? Yes. Good. Now wait...

It's quiet. Too quiet. Only my laptop makes any noise. I can see Chloe's face in the wall. Wait... what the fuck was that bang? Sounds like someone dropped a shitload of bricks. Help... I can't breathe... my chest... IT'S HAPPENING. I know what to expect. Turn the doorknob; she's on the floor. I can't breathe... call 911... ugh... OK don't move; I'm calling them now. Hi, my mother was on an exercise bike, and now she can't breathe. Yeah, she's panting like crazy. Not that I know of. 55. 25 May Street. OK, thanks. Bye. They're on their way. Ugh... Now I have to wait again. It'll all be over eventually. Wow, she's barely breathing now. Abby gave Chloe a panic attack before. Chloe could barely breathe then. Now she's not breathing at all.

They're here. Open the door of opportunities. Here they come. Where is she buddy? She's upstairs in the room to the right. Is she breathing? Barely. You guys better hurry. OK, just hang tight. Oh yes, take her away. Take me to where I need to be. Help me help Chloe. There goes the stretcher. Heavy boots on creaking stairs. Talking. I need to get something before I go. It should be in the kitchen drawer... yes, that's very sharp. That's a good knife. I'll have a knife party. Hide it in my pocket. Here they come. Why don't you ride shotgun with me buddy? OK. Be quiet and drive. Be careful with the knife.

So close yet so far away. Why can't it all be over now? Don't worry Chloe; it won't be much longer. Lights. Sirens. Cars everywhere pulling over. This is what happened when Chloe became an angel. They knew it was too late. But it's not too late to fix things now. This is for Chloe. This is for me. This is for everyone who loves her. This is what I have to do. I'll be a hero. We're only a block away. Don't worry buddy; we're almost there. Yeah. You're mom's gonna be fine, alright? Uh huh. We'll take good care of her. Just bring me to the fucking hospital already, bro.

More waiting. We're here. Pull up to the ER entrance. The solution to my problem. Alright, we're gonna bring your mom to the emergency room and have someone take a look at her. You follow me to the waiting room, alright? Sure. Get out of the ambulance. There she goes. Laying helplessly on a stretcher. This is what happened to Christi. Signs. Arrows. Directions. Where are the rooms? Why don't you have a seat here and make yourself nice and comfortable for a while? There's a TV, magazines, and some vending machines for you to pass the time. We'll keep you updated, alright buddy? Your mom's safe with us. OK. I'll wait here. Let us know if you need anything, alright? OK.

She's here. I know she is. I'll see her soon. But I should blend in for a while. Pretend I miss my mother. Pretend Chloe never died. Pretend I don't have a loose end to tie up. Just sit and wait. Pig with a gun. Unsuspecting. Doesn't notice my knife. If Abby never treated Chloe like shit, she'd still be alive. Fucking abusive cunt. She'll rot in hell for what she did. And yet if Chloe never met her, I'd never know about her... Thanks Abby, but fuck you. Chloe was too nice to say that. Ignore it, do it anyways, and PROVE THEM WRONG. She did. She didn't die in vain. I'll make sure of it.

It's time. Goodbye everyone. Slip away quietly. Look for the rooms. They're somewhere in this maze. I'll find them. I'll find her. I'll find the needle in the haystack. Wandering. Searching. Reading. Maybe I should go this way. I wonder if she's on this floor. Yeah, that looks right. Hallways, mostly abandoned, sometimes someone walking by. Wait, that looks like a nurse. Maybe she can show me where to go. Follow slowly. Quietly. She can't see me. She went into a room. Talking. Noises. It's a patient's room. Bingo.

Hide around the corner. Wait for her to leave. Almost... There, she's gone. Now the search begins. Dozens of rooms, but one person of interest. I'll find her. They keep whiteboards with their names. Just as you enter the rooms. I can see them without actually entering. Scott, Elizabeth. No. Carver, Raymond. No. Where the fuck is she? No way she recovered that fast. Mathers, Bruce. No no no... SHE HAS TO FUCKING BE HERE. Ziegler, Maddie.

YES.

Hold my breath. Step into her room unnoticed. There she is, lying on the bed, bandages wrapped around her head. Looks depressed. Looks like something's bothering her. Doesn't notice me at first. Not until I go for my knife. She snaps her head over to me, sees the knife. Her eyes bulge, looks terrified. I slowly walk over. I stare at her. She stares at me. Then her eyes get smaller. Looks like she's accepting of what's to come. She knows who I am. She knows why I'm here. Just five words each way:

Why did you save me?

Tell Chloe I love her.

I stick the knife in her throat. Her eyes bulge again. I hear a gurgling sound, and blood pours out of the wound. The machine starts beeping like crazy. I don't have much time, so I pull the knife out and stick it in her chest. There's blood all over her and the sheets. I don't have much time left. A nurse runs in, sees what I did to precious little Maddie, and screams bloody murder. She runs away and yells for the cops. I need to make sure Maddie dies, so I stab her some more. I pretend she's Abby. Or Melissa. Eventually, the machine emits a constant drone. She has a blank expression on her face. She's dead.

She's gone to see Chloe, and I wish I could see her too, but I know I'm not going where they're going. I've done horrible things, so I'm going where Abby and Melissa will eventually end up. The cop runs into the room, points his gun at me, and tells me to drop the knife. But I have no intention of doing so; Maddie was finally dead, and with Chloe gone, I have nothing left to live for. I picture Chloe's gorgeous face in my mind for the last time and stick the knife into my heart. Everything starts to fade away as I fall to the floor. I did what I had to do. Both Chloe and Maddie were dead, so neither could have an unfair advantage over the other.

It was fair.