16 Year old Olivia stood at the top of the stairs looking and listening. This is the right thing to do. The only thing to do. She stood there and thought for a few minutes. This was her own decision. Her own choice. She never had a choice in anything except this. This was it her own choice. This was her way out. She gently swayed her body back and forth and softly sang Deliver Me. She put her head lifted her head as if she was looking up to heaven. She smiled as she took several deep breaths and exhaled. She continued to sway and softly sing. Then she inhaled one last time. Raised her hand to her mouth and pulled the trigger on the gun she was holding. Her body fell forward and rolled down the steps until it hit the landing.