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Noose

It takes a while to tie it, get it perfect and even on both ends, and when I do I hide it, save it for the day I'm gonna need it.

It five weeks later, that I break and drag it out from under my bed, the tears streaming down my face, fresh and hot.

I run outside and to my favorite spot, a clearing with a tree in the middle. I quickly wrap on end of the thing around a strong branch in the tree and pull it tight. I then climb up the the branch and sit on it wrapping the other end of the thing around my neck.

I take a deep breath and brace myself.

I'm sorry. I'll miss you all. Goodbye...

I close my eyes tight before pushing myself off the branch, coughing and grabbing at the thing right away. I don't want to fight it, but it's instinct, i'm kicking my feet now, gasping for breath.

It hurts. My lungs ache and it's digging into my neck, burning it.

Rope Burn. I thought.

My vision goes black, my hand slowly falls to my side as my legs fall still. My last breath escapes.

I did it. I'm free. My noose saved me.