She couldn't take it anymore, she just couldn't. The day had gotten worse after the fight. Things kept going wrong for everyone. Aries just sat in her usual spot. In the bathroom. Razor against her arm, tears streaming down her face, eyeliner smeared, and thinking about how much she wanted to end it right there. Jesse avoided both of the girls all day. He needed time to process everything that happened. He couldn't shake the thought that it was his fault this happened. He just sat on his bed. Thinking about what he would say when Aries came out of the bathroom. He knew she was cutting herself, he knew she was crying, and he also knew there was no way to stop her. Another hour passed and she still hadn't come out, so he decided to go and knock on the door to try and hear her. Jesse pressed his ear against the door and couldn't hear a thing. Quickly he ran back to their room and walked over to her desk, looking for a bobbypin or something. Something he could use to pick the lock. Jesse scrambled around her desk searching and he knocked over her box. That was one thing he knew never to go near, but now all of its contents were spilled over the bedroom floor. He bent down and put his hand to his mouth. What he saw he would never forget. On the ground he saw a needle. Not a normal needle. A drug needle. Along with it was a peice of paper folded up. His hands picked up the paper and opened it. The writing was messy and it read "Aries, I thought this might make you a little happy. It's just a little but of herion I had left, try it, it's awesome. Don't bother paying me, just pretend its a thanks for what you gave me the other night. If you want to hang again just call. P.S. you really know what you are doing. It disgusted Jesse. Every instinct in his body wanted to run and strangle the little bastard. He decided to take the needle and put it under his matress. He eventually found a bobby pin and got the door open. Her body was there, but Aries wasn't...