A lot of thought had gone into it. It was just the timing that she needed to figure out. It was all about the timing. She felt as though her whole life had led up to this one moment. This was her destiny. She wasn't made for anything else. She wasn't put on this earth for any other reason other than to send a destructive storm through the lives of everyone she became relatively close to. She thought of Andy and how sweet he had been to her. And for a moment, she felt sorry that she was leaving him behind.

The boys were all out for the night and they had trusted Sophie to be on her own for a few hours. It was a mistake they would all regret. Andy may have taken her razors but that didn't mean she didn't still have some.

She was addicted to the pain. She was addicted to the high. She was an addict to all things toxic. She went into the bathroom and set her razors down on the counter next to the sink. She pulled up her sleeves to reveal her clean wrists and imagined what they would look like with all the gashes across her porcelain skin. She gazed at her withered face in the mirror once more before picking the razor up and dragging it slowly across her skin. She closed her eyes at the blissful pain of the metal cutting into her veins and releasing the blood that flowed through. Deep, red streams trickled down her arms and into the sink. She cut horizontally a few more times and allowed the bleach white sink to be stained red with her blood. She knew the fastest way to die by cutting was to cut vertically. But, no. She couldn't do that. She had a whole plan devised.

With the loss of blood, she began to feel lightheaded but didn't allow it to bother her. She grabbed a bottle of whisky from the cabinet, still bleeding, and ran off the bus and down the street. It was almost the middle of the night so no one would care to stop and ask her if she was alright. She didn't want them to anyway.

When Andy and the guys arrived back at the bus, most of them didn't even notice anything wrong. Andy was the last one in the bus and he saw drops of blood on the floor. "Guys, what is this?" He knelt down by a few drops and looked at it carefully.

"Blood." Ashley confirmed.

Andy shot up and ran to Sophie's bunk. She wasn't there but all her belongings were. He followed the trail of blood to the bathroom where he expected to find her laying there in a pool of it but no. All he discovered was the stained sink and silver razor now glistening with her blood. She had been there, but now she was gone.

Andy ran back to the front of the bus and sprinted down the road in the same direction that Sophie had just gone in. He didn't know where she was or where she was going, but as long as he followed the trail of blood droplets, he was bound to find her.

She stood at a bridge near by and waited. She took sips of the whiskey and watched cars go by. Some would slow down a bit, wondering if they should slow down and ask the girl if she needed help. Others would just zoom on by. Either way, everyone left her there. It was just more proof to her that no one really cared. All anyone seemed to care about in this world was themselves.

"Sophie!" Andy saw her standing on top of the bridge under the lamppost with the whiskey bottle in hand. "Get down from there!"

Sophie looked over at Andy's bewildered look. She felt nothing anymore. There wasn't anything she could do to help herself or to allow him to help her. He had cared for her when no one else did, but she was always too buzzed to realize it.

"It's done, Andy. I'm sorry." She dropped the bottle of whiskey on the pavement behind her. The glass bottle shattered into a thousand pieces as she stepped off the bridge.

"No!" Andy shouted as he ran towards the bridge. He leaned over the edge and peered into the glistening water below, waiting for her to resurface. She couldn't leave him. Andy knew that it wasn't her time. Even if she thought it was, he knew it wasn't. He waited for what seemed like an eternity, just wishing she would resurface. He refused to believe what he just watched. She never came back up for air.

Andy walked back to the bus in utter shock. He had just witnessed a suicide. He saved his fans from suicide every day yet when it came to a simple girl with a tortured past, a girl he learned to care for, he lost the battle. He wasn't anyone's hero. He was just Andy.

Notes

Oh, what's that? Is that Molly actually updating this story? Yeah... I'm sorry about that guys... Oh and I re-did my profile thing and put a bunch of links to where you can follow me on places and contact me and stuff. So just click on my user name on the right of this story after you're done reading so you can check that out :)

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