I look up for a second.
Even if it's dark I can see the rope hanging from the roof.
Am I finally doing it? Am I finally brave enough? Am I going to succeed?
All the questions are flying around in my brain while I going to get my chair.
Gotta be careful, I can't wake someone up.
Will I scream? No, you can't scream while your are getting strangled.
My stomach hurts when I imagine someone kicking up my looked door and seeing a dead body. My dead body.
People won't even love me when I'm dead.
"She wanted attention."
"So selfish of her to just go and kill herself, doesn't she feel something for her family?"
"What she did was really mean to her family."
"Why?"
