I'll Take You to Neverland

Chapter 6: Last Minutes

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Five minutes left.

I open the windows, getting a better look at the clock outside. The yellowish tint that has built up on the glass over the past few decades makes it hard to see through when they are closed.

I watch the the clock tower just out of my window, looking at it as the hands move slowly, ticking their way around the circle.

I grab the rope from off of the ground and stand on my bed to tie it up after tying a noose at the end. Three minutes left until it's all over. Until my struggles are done with.

I shove the bed frame out of the way with ease and replace it with a small rotting stool. I fight back tears as I straighten myself up again and flatten out my dress, getting all of the wrinkles out of it.

Two minutes.

I think back to the good memories that I've had. Though there are very few, even I've had some.

Playing outside with the other foster children, watching as a new kid was brought up the driveway, running down the stairs on Christmas morning to find a present for me under the tree, spoiling myself today while I still had the chance.

Though my last meals weren't ideal, they'd have to do. It's better than anything else than I've had in years. But I always expected to see ribs or steak or maybe a bottle of wine instead of the three meals of fried chicken and mashed potatoes that I ordered three times today, from the same exact place too.

One minute.

I stand on the stool, rocking back and forth due to one leg being shorter than the others. My toes wrap over the edge of the seat as I watch the noose sway slightly in front of me.

I continue to fight back the tears that have sprung in my eyes, hoping to spend my last moments with dignity.

Tick

I wrap it around my neck, looking down at my dress.

Tick

I can't help it when a single hot tear runs down my cheek and onto the writing on my dress. Peter Pan.

Tick

I force myself to look at the clock, counting down with it as it reaches ten seconds.

Tick, ten.

I can't do this. I'm stupid, other people have it way worse than I do and here I sit complining to myself when it could be much more horrible than it is.

Tick, nine.

I have to.

Tick, eight.

I grab the rope necklace and adjust it. Stop it.

Tick, seven

There's no backing out of this now,it's too late.

Tick, six.

I wipe my face and sniffle a little.

Tick, five.

Am I really going to do this, I falter. Considering turning back, but I've made my decision.

Tick, four.

I teeter on the stool, my foot slipping a bit and the rope tugging at my neck.

Tick, three.

Tick, two.

Tick, one.

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I will be doing a double update for the special day!!! What's so special about it? Not my birthday, not because it's the weekend, not because it's almost the end of the school year. No, because tonight I get to go see Avengers Age of Ultron. (For any of you who don't know, I'm a HUGE Marvel geek.) Have a great Weekend!!!