Juliet POV: my pain is even worse now. First my parents, now Gerard. How come every one I loved left me? Yes, love. I love Gerard. And now he to is gone. I am still running. In a forest actually. I sit down in the middle of the forest, on the floor, alone. I take my matches out of my pockets and light the ground around me. Then I pick up a sharp rock. "I don't deserve to live." I growl to myself. I think of Gerard. "I'm sorry..." I whisper, then stab it into my arm. Blood. Soon I'm drowning in it. The forest is getting darker. And the faint sound of amblulence sirens is the last thing I hear...