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Day 9: Lance

Lance, in desolation, dragged a wooden chair and some rope into his attic. Yes, he had an attic, unlike his two triplets, Lennie and Lonnie.

The depressed Lancelot (Yes, that was his full name) sighed as he began prepping what he needed. He went back downstairs to retrieve a note he wrote, a note to his brothers or parents, if they even cared. But did they really deserve a note?

Lance grabbed the note and decided to run it through his paper shredder, then went into the shredder to mix up the bits with whatever was already inside. He was very careful and precise about the things he did, so that every time he found perfection. Something nobody really noticed.

He took one last walk around his home, saying goodbye to his decor and plants and green aesthetics. His home was quite minimalist and small. He didn't like to be showy or brag, but he supposed he was raised that way.

It sure does suck being the middle child-Despite having a difference of only a few minutes.

Lance climbed back up to the attic, pulling the ladder and trapdoor up. He sat in the wooden chair he brought up whilst he began to tie the rope.

He reminisced on his sad, empty life. He didn't have any friends except for mommy and daddy, but they were too busy. His older brother, Lonnie, had occasionally contacted him, but of recent times, they were starting to slow. It wasn't any use trying to contact his youngest brother Lennie. He seemed to not care about anyone other than himself, though. But still, he was a lot more nicer to Lonnie than to Lance.

He couldn't just go out and make friends. He'd have no time. Lonnie practically scheduled his entire life out for him. And it's all for their little brother Lennie, the spoiled brat.

Lance looked at his creation. A perfect noose, like everything else he ever did. Yet somehow his two brothers were more perfect than he.

Lance stood reluctantly, stepping up onto the chair. He already installed a nice, sturdy hook to catch his rope. Lance was very precise, very quiet, very calm.

He turned around and leaned his head into the rope, adjusting it so it was tight enough.

"Perhaps now, they will see..." he whispered.

He kicked the chair.