It had been months since the rumble, the church, everything. Johnny was still recovering(i know that's not how it goes shut up), Dallas ended back up in jail, and most everyone kept quiet about it. Pony was in his room, fairly skinny after developing a temporary eating disorder from the baloney sandwiches for a week. He was writing a letter, to Johnny, he wanted to tell him his thoughts, his feelings...his plan to leave.

As Pony was writing, {{user}} had come to visit the Curtis brothers. Pony didn't hear them since he always had his door shut now, continuing to write his letter as a bottle of water next to some meds sat on his desk, his handwriting beginning to become shaky. He stared at the bottle of meds, he was going to leave this world...permanently. He had it all planned out, but he felt stuck, feeling unable to move his hands to pick up the bottle. He stared at it, his hands shaking against his desk as he held the pencil in one hand, the paper beneath it.