The next day comes and I have to go to the New Years Party that my father is hosting.  I'm pretty sure the rouge Avengers are coming too.  I pull myself out of the bathtub which I have slept in and look at myself in the mirror.

"Lord I look like a mess." I mutter looking at the red lines down my cheeks and swollen eyes.  I must have cried all night.  I put my hand on my stomach for a second before removing them in disgust.

I take the pillows and blankets out of the tub and throw them into my room.  I take a shower and dry off.  I look at my phone and see it's three hours until the party.  I must have overslept too.

I put on makeup to cover my tear stains and throw on the dress mom picked out for me. I then curl my hair to complete the look.

I walk out of my room ten minutes until the party starts with my plan.  Tonight I'm going to die, no matter what.  I have written a will and put it under my pillow.  I can't handle this so I might as well do the world a favor and end myself.

I stand and wait for the party to start.  I stand by mom who looks at my sympathetically.

"I haven't told anyone. That's up to you." She whispers to me before going to dad to greet guests.  Yeah sure... I'll have my autopsy tell for me.

While I'm thinking I don't notice Peter and Ned show up.  Peter is poking my arm trying to get my attention. I look at his arm and follow it to his face.... I'm going to miss that face.

"(Y/n) are you feeling better?" He asks grabbing my arm gently.  I fake a smile and nod.

"It's good to see you again (y/n)." Ned says hugging me.  I hug him back and then intertwine my hand with Peters as we enjoy this night, unbeknownst to them the last night we'll have together.