Amanda had claimed to be a believer in me. That was one of the most foolish things she could have said. I should never have let Vivian touch that necklace. I had known what a bad idea it was from the moment she requested it. My ability to empathize with her hatred for her family had cost her her health. 

Once I cleared off my health, I crept over to Vivian's room and found her sleeping pills. The more time I spent awake, the more I would be subjected to worry and guilt. Vivian would surely be able to acquire more pills at the hospital, so it would be fine if I took these. I needed them. In fact...

If you took too many of these, you died, right?

I returned to my room, bottle in hand and tears rolling down my cheeks. If the necklace wouldn't kill me, I'd have to do it myself. A quiet death in my bed - it was the best I could hope for.

Sobbing, I downed half the bottle.