The last goodbye.

Happy children play in the field firecrackers a blaze. Grand parents reminisce about old times. Parents laugh at jokes. Teenagers listen to the music that plays.

But nobody notices the one who is missing. The one who doesn't wish to play.

She sits in her room with the knife. Her leg and arm bleeding. She lifts the knife one last time this will be her last good bye.

She places the note by her side all it says is `I'm sorry good bye`. she slides the knife across her vain the blood it pours.

It would sting if she wasn't already numb. Slowly she lifts the knife and places it on her other wrist sliding it.

She places the knife on the other once more and digs deeper into the tissue. Sliding and cutting away the all that remained of the vain.

Her eyes start to shut but first she must say one last thing she picks up the pencil the blood dripping onto the paper she wrights one last thing.

tears slowly fall not from the pain but from the laughter she is hearing from the outside. Her eyes shut.

Someone knocks at her door. Not getting an answer she opens it. There on the bed the bed her daughter lays bloody with a knife laced within her fingers. She begins to cry dropping to her knees.

The father hears his wife's cry and rushes to her side upon seeing his daughter rushes to find a pulse. Reaching for the wrist but notices the deep wounds. He checks her pulse she has one but it is faint he picks her up trying to get the knife from her hand but it won't budge.

One of the elders hears the comosen and walks in to see her granddaughter blood soaked. She runs to the phone dialing 911.

The mother still on her knees notices the note. She begins to read it on on the blood soaked paper it reads `I'm sorry good bye P.s. I love you all for this is my last good bye so I wish you the best of luck and hey I love you all`.

Minutes later the paramedics arrive. But it was to late that truly was her last good bye.