I made sure no one was home first. Then, I gathered my materials. I slowly went to my room and laid the items across my bed. On my bed laid three items: A bottle of pills, a rope, and my dads shot gun. I've been contemplating suicide for a while now, and i've decided today will be the day. I just stared at the items on my bed. My eyes started to bleed because of my acid tears. I wondered what option would be easiest. i just sat in my room sobbing, thinking. I stood. I think I made my decision. I walked out of my room and grabbed the stool that sat at the end of the hallway. I placed it in the middle of my room. My hands trembled as i ran my fingers across the rough brown material of the rope. I stopped. I needed to do one more thing. I ran and got a piece of paper and pencil. I wrote a note to no one in particular, because I did'nt have anyone to write it to, because no one cares. I bet my everyone's life will be better once i'm gone. These dark thoughts always have been eating away at me, and now there's nothing left to eat. Tears and blood began to soak the paper. I tried to wipe as much off so it could be readable and i put it in the middle of the kitchen table. I silently walked back to my room. My body started to shiver and my breathing became heavy , but i knew this had to be done. I then swiftly picked up the rope and tied the knot. I then attached it to the ceiling with a nail. I stared at the rope hanging there, swinging back and forth. It seemed as if the rope was calling my name. I stood on top of the wobbly stool and put the rope around my neck. I tightened the rope until i couldn't anymore. I already started to suffocate. i closed my eyes, took a deep breath and jumped.
