--= Preston's + POV =--

A week has gone by and yet nothing has seemed to happen. Ty and Sky have been twiddling their thumbs getting to know one another and Ty proposed a party with some of his friends.

This making Sky leaping over the moon with joy, he instantly agreed which leaves me in the mud over and over again. If I didn't love Sky so much, I would have killed him by now.

No.....No that's not what I'm supposed to think like. Pain shoots up my arm and my side has started to burn as well, it's spreading just like Ty said it would. Ty. He's so annoying.

Every single god damned time I bump into him he gives me a small lecture or a threat to stay on guard. I know how to handle myself around Sky, despite the thought I have. It's him before me.

How it always was. How it always will be. My hands shake as the match shook inside of my hand. It's cold in my hands, it just needs a reason before it snatches my soul in an instance.

A bottle of gasoline hides in my closet along with jeans and a delicate long sleeve. I'll be sure to put on hair spray that day too. I want it as bright and as explosive as possible.

 I've tried killing myself in the past. Just didn't find the right way. But this? This feels like the greatest idea I have ever had in my entire life time. A small laugh leaving my lips, I shook my head as chills raked my body.

I hate everybody.

But I have a plan to fix that. There's a will buried deep inside of my diary, it has everything I've felt, everyone I've known. It's basically the bible of my life instead of God's.

 I have never really been one for religion, but I wonder if that makes me transported to another place instead of heaven or hell when I die. Maybe limbo because of this stupid thing. 

My eyes glance over to the closet where the gasoline is and where everything I have been hiding lies inside of there. I'll set fire to myself along with everything inside of there at the party that Ty is planning. 

Once I make sure everyone is hammered, that'll be my escape. I'm sure of it. My mind always hops to irrelevant topics and it rambles. Trying to cram everything it can into a single moment for it fears it'll be it's last.

A sigh spit out of me as I kneeled down to plop myself onto my bed. Sprawling my arms, well, one perfectly normal arm and a mutant arm that looks like something night itself would birth,

I made myself comfortable on this little bed that has been my only comfort in life now that Sky is too busy being protected by Mr. Emo over there. Tears welling up inside of my eyes,

 I choked them down knowing it would only cause more pain. Not just because of tears or puffed up eyelids, but because it will literally burn my skin and make marks and black scars.

Swinging my legs over trying to get my mind off of the thought of the tears, my eyes snatched onto the book that was on my bed right by my chest. 

It laid there perfectly with the key stabbed inside of the lock, waiting to be turned and opened by yours truly. Grasping the book gently in my hands as if it was a baby, I lifted the cover and read the first page.

Grinning, I skimmed through all of the pages until I paused on a single one that always made a grin pop onto my lips. Tracing my fingers across the smooth, white paper. The fine handwriting seemed to take away any stress on my mind.

It was the one page I always managed to stop at in dark times that I always manage to forget. It's like my go to page because no matter how hard I try or even forget I always manage to be back at this single page.

The one page and one love I have had every since the beginning, childhood sweet heart, my love, my loved. It's all worth while, especially since he is no longer here. But that doesn't matter, because I have this from him.

Kenny's Letter.