When You're Gone (MATT)

[Megan Julia Del Rossi]

This was it. Megan was just so sick and tired of everything. Sometimes, the only good thing in her life she believed was that she was madly in love with JJ Yorke., Yeah, who would have saw that coming, right? But she loved him. It was different this time. She did not feel fear or anything negative. Sure he and her brother were sworn enemies, but that did not matter. Not this time. Not like Matt care about her anymore. He must want her dead or something. It was his fault that Jack attacked her. All his fault. He should have just left well enough alone. He just did not know how to stop, did not know how to tell when he was in over his head. He was selfish, a jerk. And Megan hated him for just that. She had been angry about all of this for a while and she just let it fester. And now, she just could not keep it in any longer. People wanted her to talk? To stop keeping to herself? Fine. And Matt would be the first to hear about all of this. Her resentment, her anger, everything! Just because Matt was her brother, just because he was crippled, she was not going to hold back. She was beyond pissed and it was time to show it. She had every right to do so.

Maybe she was being irrational, unreasonable, but Megan did NOT care. She had had it with people using her. Had had it with people hurting her. People who were family, people whom she trusted. She was karma, baby, and karma was a bitch. Seeing Matt shut his own bedroom door (since she doesn’t have a door of her own), Megan quickly got up from her bed, her fists clenched, tightly. She stormed down the hallway and without even knocking, threw open the boys door, hearing as it hit the wall. “We need to talk.” She hissed out. She was not sounding like herself at all. Maybe because the old Megan was gone. “I am done. Do you hear me? I’m done with your work, I’m done with you!”

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Who was he kidding? He didn't want to die. As the high wore off, Matt launched into a panic attack. He was only sixteen! If he went through with he would have NO future. He needed to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. He had no choice. If he didn't go through with it, then he would end up being the sole survivor of his family. He could not--would not be responsible for that. He stared at the drug waiting for him, already in liquid form and in syringe. The problem? People were home. He would have to be sneaky. Going into the corner beside his closet, he took the cap off and put the needle under his thumbnail. He closed his eyes. His mind stopped racing. He could think calmly, and rationally. He was going to do this. It was his job. What he didn't have to do was die without explaining to his family why it happened. He would write a letter. And it would explain it, and apologize for the blackmail, and it would allow him to say goodbye. Most importantly, it would tell who it was that killed him and instruct his family to take the letter to the police. If they would. Knowing his family, they would ignore it and go after Jack themselves. Ah, who was he kidding? That was exactly what they would do. The only one with sense was Chance. Chance...he would receive the letter. He would take it to the cops.

He backed out of the corner, tossing the needle in the trash. He started to head to the computer, before realizing that his bedroom door was open. How could he be so stupid? He grabbed the walker he used to get out of bed and pushed the door with it, closing it. He then began to work on typing it.

The rest of you are probably wondering why this letter reached Chance. Dont get me wrong, I love you all. But Chance is the only one I can trust to take this to the police instead of taking matters into his own hands. I dont know if my body will be found by the time you get this. Maybe Im still missing. You can call the search party. I'm--

All at once, the door slammed open. He jumped with a start and quickly turned off his monitor. He eyed her. She was done? Good. It would make it easier when his body was found. He wanted to cry, to hold his sister and apologize. Tell her that he was going to miss her. But he couldn't. And he knew that. He HAD to push her away, to ease the pain when he was gone forever. Scoffing, he forced a growl. ''Congratu-fucking-lations. Now get get out of my room.''