The murders that saved my life

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|TW: Suicide attempts, assault, trauma, death, use of weapons, injuries|

I was done. This time I meant it. There were several times in my life where I found myself considering it, contemplating taking my trip to the other side. The last time I had called the suicide hotline, and eventually decided to give life one more try. Not this time.

I felt completely at peace about it. This time, I was truly ready. I slipped the rope over my neck. The rope was tied to a metal loop that was drilled into the framing to be sure that I would not fail. I lifted my foot, ready to step off the chair. Then someone knocked on the door.

Who the hell could be knocking on the door? I spent every last dollar I had to rent this remote cabin, where I could spend my last weekend in beauty and peace. The nearest cabin was a half-mile away. Curiosity got the better of me, it's not like the rope was going anywhere.

Peering through the window, I could see a man wearing a black hoodie, with the hood up. He knocked again, louder. "Goddammit," I said out loud. I wanted this to be peaceful, and this asshole was ruining the vibe, screwing up my plan.

I walked out of the single bedroom onto the loft, and down the stairs where the living room, kitchen, and front door were. Since he didn't seem to be leaving on his own, I opened the door. "What do you want?" I said rudely.

"Good evening, sir," The stranger said, a little too nicely. He had black hair and a well-trimmed beard. "My car broke down about a mile down that dirt road and I was wondering if I could use your phone?" The man sounded like a used car salesman, fake and rehearsed.

"I don't have a phone," I told him coldly. It was a lie, of course.

"Oh I'm sure you have a phone, all the cabins up here do."

"Not this one." I started shutting the door when he stuck his foot in the doorway, preventing me from shutting the door all of the way.

"It'll only take me 30 seconds then I'll be gone."

Without even giving him a response, I pushed him away from the door and slammed it shut. For good measure, I locked the deadbolt as well. I should have been more disturbed, but really I was just grumpy about the dude's timing, ruining my peaceful death. Why should I help the guy anyway? Nobody had ever lent me a helping hand. That's just how this cruel world works, nobody gives a shit. And who puts their foot in someone's door?

I walked back upstairs and peered out through the window to watch him leave. He was gone, but I hadn't seen him leave. The dirt road leading up to the cabin was long and straight, I should be able to see him still walking away. I needed to make sure this guy was gone, so I could find my peace with death again.

I checked all the windows, looking for the weirdo. Nothing. He must have run or something and made it out of sight quickly. I pushed the asshole out of my mind, it was time to find my peace again. I realized that the sun was now starting to set over the nearby mountain peaks. Why not watch it? This would be my last sunset, and It sure was a beautiful one.

I pulled the cozy recliner chair to the large upstairs window. Brilliant colours of orange and pink now filled the sky. The clouds were broken up, creating the appearance of a large beautiful pathway over the horizon. There it was, my beautiful pathway to the afterlife had presented itself. It was time to take the path. Standing back on the chair, I once again placed the rope over my neck. I positioned myself so I was facing the sunset. At that moment, I was completely at peace with my death.

Loud panicked knocking at the door startled me so much that I almost fell off the chair. "What the HELL?" This time I yelled it out loud. Once again, my beautiful peaceful moment had been shattered. I removed the rope and went over to the opposite window to see who the hell had screwed everything up. This time, it was not the hooded weirdo standing at the door, It was a girl. She was crying and panicked, knocking repeatedly.