Part 1 Remy the fallen angel

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I wake up in my room I saw the light gleaming through the blinds I had put in my room. It was Saturday morning, it was warm and sunny out on a cold winter day. I pushed the covers from my body and just laid there in bed emotionless. I started to tear up in the pain, I had just lost my little 11-year-old sister from an overdose. I felt lifeless if I just stay in my bed any longer I already had. I got out of bed, I was wearing my baggy oversized gray hoodie as PJs. I walk over to my closet to grab some clothes. I had grabbed my oversized gray sweater and my bleached ripped jeans. I went to my bathroom and put my clothes on the counter. I took off my clothes then looked in the mirror to see all the cuts I had damaged my body with, they were all around my body. I jumped into the shower and cried. I got out of the shower and put my clothes on that I had picked out.

I walked out of my room downstairs to see my parents weren't home. I sighed as I put my black converse on with my winter coat, I walked out of the house out to the home depot that wasn't far from home. I had my money and everything that I needed to end this endless pain. I walked into the home depot and looked around for some ropes. I found one I could buy with the money I had. I grabbed it off the shelf and went up to the cash register. I walked out back home while walking I looked around people were staring at me so I ran the rest the way to my house.

I ran into my house up to my room and place the bag that had my rope. I walked downstairs for a chair pencil and paper. I found some paper in the kitchen then found a pencil in my parent's room. I went back up to my room and wrote my note. I grabbed the chair from my desk putting it where I was going to end it. I grabbed the rope then tying the noose and everything in place. I placed the note on my bed. I went downstairs to put my shoes and coat away, I started to tear up in pain. I walked up to my room then upon the chair. I put the noose around my neck, it tightened. I pushed the chair away from my feet. I started to choke, I feel my body weaken as I die away from unable to breathe.

End of chapter one


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