Trigger Warning: contains mentions of suicide

Michael's POV

"Where did I go wrong? Was it something I did? Was it something I said? Why would she do this to me?" Those were the thoughts whirling through my brain as I tried to comprehend why my girlfriend – my sweet, kind, and beautiful girlfriend – would do this to me. "Was I not good enough for her? I gave her everything. Everything I had to offer! And what did she do? She stabbed me in the back! My precious baby cheated on me!"

I was sobbing on the floor of my bedroom as memories of us washed over me: memories of our first date, of when we met, of our first kiss, of me giving myself to her for the first time. Each one was more painful than the last. The agony was torture. I just want this to be over!

Shaking, I manage to get up and walk over to the bathroom to see my reflection in the mirror. It was evident my physical state was a reflection of my mental one as I stared back at my unkempt hair, the dark circles underneath my red eyes, and my tear-streaked face.

"God I look like a mess. Maybe this is why she left me. I'm too hideous." My whole body started to shake as I felt another torrent of sobs crash into me like a tidal wave. "Why do I have to suffer like this? Will this ever end?" My thoughts then drifted to the medicine stored underneath the sink.

"Maybe......maybe this will end......if I end it myself" I take a bottle out from under the cabinet and look at it.

Right then I hear someone banging on my bedroom door. "Mr. Jackson? Are you alright?" It's my manager Frank. Even though he's my manager, he's more like a father to me.

"Michael, I know you're in there. Will you please open the door?" I didn't pay attention to him as I opened the bottle of pills and poured as many as would fit in my hand.

"Michael! Please open the door!" I could hear his desperation as he tried unlocking the door from the outside. With one final look at the pills, I swallowed them before collapsing to the floor in choked sobs without the strength to hold me up any longer as I let the pills do what they may to my body. Only one thought kept swirling through my mind.

"Who is it?"