Chapter Twenty

 Friday night...
	Skylee’s hands trembled as she carefully wiped away her
tears, determined to do this but scared as hell.  She
printed the last note out and folded it crisply, before
writing down Kevin’s name on it.  She looked around the
room, making sure she had taken care of everything before
wiping again at the tears that seemed to fall incessantly
down from her eyes.  She was overcome with sobs all day and
had barricaded herself in her hotel room, saying she was
taking care of last minute adjustments to their “movie”
night she was supposedly throwing.  She had called everyone,
including AJ, and invited them all over with the excuse of
watching a movie after apologizing and saying that she had
seen the wrong in her doings and wanted a fresh start. 
Another set of sobs caught in her throat as her eyes fell on
a picture of her and Kevin.  Sky had written everyone she
had actually screwed over a note, a goodbye letter, so to
speak and had placed it all on her bed.  Glancing at the
clock, she saw it was already 11:39, the others were
supposed to be here at exactly 12:00.  She walked into the
bathroom where she had left the tub filling up with hot
water.  She lit the rest of the candles and went back to the
front door and left it ajar; she wanted them to find the
notes and not just assume she was asleep.  She paced back to
the bathroom and slipped out of her robe.  She fiddled with
the bottle of Tylenol before opening it and shaking it out
in her palm, ignoring the fact that nearly half of it
spilled out and crashed to the tile floor, the sound
magnified.  Before she could change her mind, she shoved as
many as she could in her mouth and sipped water over it,
oblivious to the aftertaste, only concentrating on throwing
the bottle into the sink and slipping into the tub.  There
was music playing, the music that had done so much to heal
her at one time but could do nothing to save her now.  Eyes
closed, she let her mind drift, thinking of people forgotten
for years.  Her conciousness was gradually slipping when AJ
pushed open her hotel room door at 11:58 and took in the
room, trashed and disheveled except for the bed and the
pieces of paper on it.  It took a second to hear the music
and he pushed open the bathroom door, staring at a lifeless
Skylee, her body slipping under the water.
“ Oh, shit,” He murmered to himself, repeating as his mind
raced.  He walked past the fallen pills, past the numerous
candles and turned off the water, pulling the plug for the
drainer.  Numb as he pulled her above the water’s surface,
he was unaware of the sudden prescence of Kevin and Nick. 
He watched helplessly as the next few minutes flashed by
like seconds, full of commotion and chaos.  All he could
remember looking back was how cold her body felt, how the
dark room was filled with people and above all, the eerily
soft tune of Don’t Wanna Cry by Mariah Carey playing in the
background, as if she had it planned this way, as if she
knew he was going to be the one to find her and knew how the
song would tune out the rest of the world, just to make it a
little easier.  And every thought of his was based soley on
him wishing he had been there a little earlier.







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