We soon returned. It had been almost two weeks since I had heard from him. If I had any sense at all I would have been the first to call him but my ideas the perfect one for me stood in the way. Two weeks was too long. That day that we had fought was the last time I heard from him. It’s been a year since then. I have lived everyday since in remorseful regret. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about him. The band hasn’t released a song in almost two years. There have been rumors of them releasing a new CD. The rumors were true. The first single was due out in a week. I was going to be the first to buy it. It had been so long since I had a reason to wake up in the morning. My depressed nature inspired me to write short stories, all with depressing plots or endings. They didn’t sell. People don’t like unhappy stories. People just don’t like being unhappy in general. For me, I’ve become so accustomed to it. So that brings us up to right about now. I sit on the couch and watch TV. An advertisement for Hanson’s new CD came up. Taylor isn’t smiling in any of the pictures. Tears are welling up in my eyes as I became tempted to turn off the TV. I couldn’t. I had been so long since I had seen him. It was over in a matter of seconds. Those seconds made me realize that I had made the biggest mistake of my life. A week has gone by and the CD came out. The last track made me want to die. I shut myself up in a room and cried for two days straight. I played the track over and over. It was about me. I had been so selfish. I wanted everything to be about me. There I was, pitying my self. At this point in time I didn’t know f there was anything else I could do. I had killed Taylor and saw no reason why I should be able to live either. Shonna had left long ago and I was alone, for good. So late that night I sat on the floor in the living room. I had a knife in front of me. This was to be my happy ending. My back was faced toward the door. I sat there and stared at the knife for two hours. Then I picked it up. As I brought it to my wrist I noticed that I was trembling. It’s strange because I feel calm, drained of any feeling. I could no longer have the privilege to feel. I felt that this would be my punishment. I then lowered the point of the knife to a crease that ran across my wrist. The point was cold and full of avenges. Then when it all made sense. Everything I had lived for was Taylor and not that he had gone, now that I killed him there was nothing left for me here. Hell was the only place that I could be at peace with myself. I mustered up the last of my strength, gripped the knife and…