Midnight Run

Prologue

Megan's P.O.V

I can't do this anymore, I thought.

I'm done living life being so miserable...

I grabbed the rope from off my bed and slowly crept down the stairs, making sure to not make any noise. I quietly opened the back door and slipped out into the night. As soon as the door was shut I took off into the woods.

The cold night air was nipping at my skin, the rope digging into my hand from me gripping it so tightly, the tears streaming down my face nearly freezing as they flowed down, sticks and leaves were cutting my feet from me not wearing shoes.

As soon as I was a good distance from my house I slowed down. I looked around me and took in the scenery one last time, breathing in the smell of freshly fallen rain on the forest trees, the scent I love so much. I'll miss this.

I walked down the path I knew so well, looking for a tree. My tree to be exact.

After walking for a good five or so minutes, I arrive at a small circular clearing in the woods. In the center of it was a tree. The tree was old and worn out, probably thousands of years old. One of the branches went up and curled to the side, near the ground, and on that branch was a rope swing.

I smiled as I remembered making it. I had used two long pieces of rope and a piece of plywood. I remember when I tried to hang it on the tree branch, I fell down and scraped my hands and knees.

I walked over to the tree and ran my hand over the bark, not caring if I got splinters in my hand. More tears streamed down my face as I realized this would be the last time I would be here.

I threw part of the rope in my hand over the tree branch that curled to the side, the rest of it I used to tie a noose. I stood on the swing with the noose around my neck, sobbing slightly, so this is it world, goodbye.