*Nathan's Point of View*
I had been planning this for a couple of months now, and at this moment was my chance. No one was home, or here to stop me, and no one would be for another hour or so. That meant I had to make this quick...
I could feel myself trembling violently as I unlocked the medicine cabinet, reaching for my heart medication. I had a glass of water placed precariously on the edge of the bathroom counter, and I was afraid that I was going to knock it over.
As I unscrewed the lid of the bottle, I could hear my heart thudding in my ears. Why was I so nervous? I dumped the pills into the palm of my hand, all of them, before grabbing the water, and bloating my cheeks with it. Tilting my head backwards, I slid all of the pills into my mouth, swallowing quickly... now I would let that take effect.
I grabbed the razor off of the edge of the bathtub, deciding to mark my face first... I drew shaky 'x's on both cheeks, I had done this so much to my arms and legs that it didn't really hurt anymore... just stung a little... nothing that I couldn't handle. I actually kind of ended up liking the pain... it lifted weights off my shoulders. After I felt the blood rolling down my face and neck, I started cutting vertical lines on my arms, running from the base of my band to the crook of my elbow. I made two of these marks on each arm.
At this point I was so woozy from the pills, and loss of blood, that it was hard to stand up. I wobbled over to the bathtub, and turned the water on, cold. I plugged the bottom and stripped down to my boxers, throwing my clothes on the floor, and lowering my numbing body into the icy water. I played with the knife I had left on the other edge of the tub. I had it there just in case I needed to speed this up.
Good choice.
I heard the front door unlock, and then heard my sister, "Nathan!" She called, "I'm home from Katie's!" Bloody hell, I didn't care. "Nathan?" She shouted, "Your car is here, I know your home!" Damn it... I slipped out of the tub, which was starting to overflow, and held my breath as I plunged the knife through my eye.
Dark, silent bliss.
Goodbye.

*Narrators Point of View*
As the knife sunk into Nathan's left eye, a curtain of darkness flooded his world, and everything fell silent. He tumbled backwards, hitting his head on the lip of the tub before hitting the ground, causing a loud crash. At this point the tub was completely overflowing, and the water spilled onto the floor, beginning to soak through to the level below.

*Ivy's Point of View*
I walked into the house, having just been dropped off by my friend Katie's mom. "Nathan! I'm home from Katie's!" ...silence. "Nathan?" I shouted, walking further into the house, "Your car is here, I know your home!" Then my forehead was assaulted by water, dripping from the ceiling... "What the hell?" Then I heard a crash, and spun on my heels towards the staircase.
"Nathan!" I pounded on the bathroom door, water chilling my toes. I could hear the tub running. I knew something was up with Nathan, but I never expected this! "Nathan! Open. This. Door!" With every word I shouldered the door. Eventually it broke, causing me to fall into the room. I rubbed my forehead, and swore as my clothes got drenched in... RED WATER?! I looked around and saw my brother on the floor with a... oh lovely... a knife in his left eye.
Quickly I ran over to the tub, and turned off the water. I held my breath as I plunged my arm into the cold bath water to drain the tub. I pulled the plug, and grunted in satisfaction as the water slowly receded. I examined the room. There was a bloody razor on the closed toilet seat, and a glass of water next to an empty pill bottle on the counter.
"Oh, Nathan..." I whispered as I grabbed my phone, dialing 911, "Why couldn't you have just spoken to me... or mom and dad..." I shut up once the operator spoke. I asked to be connected to the hospital, and then I told the paramedics what had happened, and what my address was. They told me not to touch the body, or the tools used. I said okay, then hung up before calling my dad, who in turn called my mom.
Soon both of my parents sat with me on the couch, talking about the water damage that they would have to pay for. Anger boiled up inside. "Is that ALL YOU CARE ABOUT!?" I shouted. They never had exactly liked Nathan, but for the love of god! Their son had just killed himself, and they were talking about WATER DAMAGE EXPENSES! I couldn't believe them. They stared at me incredulously., and I just got up and stormed out of the room, calling the number Frank had dialed when he called his mom.
We spoke for an hour about her son.

About a week later, I sat in the car, dressed in all black, ear buds in, music turned up loud, head leaned against the window, watching the rain dump down on our sad little town of Belleville, New Jersey. Ironically enough, Belleville was French for "Beautiful Town". This town was anything but beautiful.
My aunt Lydia was staring back at me, we were at a red light, and I think she had said something. I pulled one of the ear buds out and sheepishly said, "Can you repeat that?" I shied away from her glare.
"I said, do you want to go to the hospital?"
I stared at her confused, before realizing that she meant to visit Frankie! I nodded vigorously . Maybe he could take my mind off of things.
I put my ear bud back in, and leaned my head against the window. I sung quietly along to the song I had on repeat, "Good times for a change." My aunt Lydia smiled at me from the rear view mirror. The song had just started over again. I drummed my fingers on the seat next to me as Lydia took the turn to the hospital.
I hopped out of the car as we pulled into a parking spot, leaving my phone in the car as I ran inside. "Hi! Can I see Fra-" The attendant I was speaking to cut me off with a hand as he turned around to the sudden crash. I heard screaming that I could instantly identify as Frank's, and a woman named Emmy, another attendant.
Lydia rushed passed me to figure out what was happening, because Frank was her patient. I followed her.
Frank was standing atop a table, holding a kitchen knife to his own throat, "Don't come near me!" He shouted, tears streaming down his face.
What the fuck was going on with my life right now!?
Then I heard another crash, and the knife rolled away from Frank as he began to seize on the table.
Emmy screamed.
I began to cry.
My aunt Lydia pinned the thrashing man on his side, and turned to Emmy, "What happened?" She demaned.

Notes

So, I'd like to thank my new co-writer Bloody for that fabulous chapter she wrote!
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