The Note

Summary: AU. He had it all planned out. One-shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show.

AN: Here comes another one of my tragedy/angst stories. Seth is about fourteen.

Rating: PG-13 for suicide.

He had the note shoved under the mattress of his bed.

He was waiting to use it. He was waiting for the day everything cracked.

He had it all planned out.

He planned to take a handful of Advil and wash it down with the vodka his mother kept in the pool house, under the bar.

He was all ready to do it.

Kirsten and Sandy Cohen kissed their son goodbye, and went out for a charity dinner. They tried to convince him to come along. Instead, the son smiled and said "Nah, I'll stay home. Love you both." And they kissed the top of his head and said "Okay. Love you too."

He opened the bottle of pills. He poured them in his hand, the rattling of the pills tickling his ears. He smiled and set the pills down on the pool house counter. He capped the bottle of pills and left it out. Then he bent down and chose a random bottle of vodka from the many bottles that were there.

He took the note crinkled out of his pocket, unfolded it, and laid it on the counter. He smoothed the wrinkles out with his right hand while he attempting to scoop the pills up with his left hand.

He smiled as he shoved the pills in his mouth. He put the lips of the vodka bottle around his own and drank. And he waited, tapping his fingers on the counter. Waited until the pills and the vodka reacted together.

Dear Everyone,

I'm not going to say I'm sorry because I'm not. I have nothing to be sorry for. I'm not sorry for leaving. My life- it's worthless. I'm one person out of the whole world. My life means nothing. And when you write my obituary, could you please not say that 'he was loved' or 'he had a lot of friends' or 'he will be missed.' I may be missed by my parents. I won't be missed by anything or anyone else. Mom and Dad, maybe you could have another kid to replace me. And this kid will be different then me...so much different...

Seth


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See, the idea is that Ryan is the other 'kid' that will replace Seth in case you didn't figure it out (but I have money on it that you got it). And I think that is how pills and vodka react. Fatally. I think I read something about it. And about the whole sentence when Seth said not to say in the obituary-it came from me. I always read stuff like that when young kids die and wonder 'is it true?' I sure as hell wouldn't want people to write stuff like 'he had a lot of friends' in my obiturary because I don't have that many great friends. And if I died, not a lot of people would miss me. Well, um...I guess now it's time for me to say... Live from fanfiction.net, it's Time to Review! (As you can see, I already miss Saturday Night Live and Jimmy Fallon!)

Maggie