A small smile flitted on her lips. She looked around the house one last time, absorbing the details. Leaning in, she pressed her lips against her mother and fathers happy pictures that sat on a huge brown table. She was going to join them. Tilting the green bottle backward, she took it all in one gulp, her head lolling backward. A sick smile made its way to her face....And everything turned black. ForewordA/N: oneshot story! second oneshot and im joining another writing contest ehe. Ash&Dust; covered stories!!! My prompt was an unsuccessful suicide attempt. im not really good at these things, but wish me luck! thanks~