The next day was the funeral. I put on a black dress with long sleeved lace arms. I pulled on the black heels and walked out the door with my hair curled and a choker necklace on. As I walked in there were so many people I felt crowded and clastrophobic in every aspect. And there she was laying in her casket. I couldn't bear to look at her. But I did. Her crystal blue eyes against her pale skin looked cold and dead. At that point I could no longer bear it. I walked to the bathroom and took out the note I had in my clutch, 'I just can't do this anymore, you have to be strong. Not for me but for yourselves, and I know you can do this. Promise me that you can do this. I'll be look down on you.' I was crying as hard as ever now. I took out a rope and hung in from the archway. When I pushed away the chair I felt the air escape my lungs for the last time. Soon after I heard shrieks from those around me, but it was too late. I'll miss you. And just like that I choked on my own blood, and felt my heartbeat stop completely.
