M. F. Wallace let the hot water run from the sink so that it could numb his wrists.
He had two ice-packs additionally to help numb them so that he would not have to feel the pain.
He held the ice-packs to his wrists while the water got warmer.
He felt the water and it was hot. He put his wrists under the water. He got a knife he left in the bathroom and slit his wrists from the wrists to the elbows, each one.
He took out a bottle of tequila that he left in there, and he took a bottle of pills with it, partly to ease the pain and partly to pass out before the curtain call.
He laid on the bathroom floor.
Finally his father could be proud of him.
Finally his step-mother could thank him for doing what she denied to herself she always wished he succeeded in doing the last four times he tried.
Finally he found inner-peace.