Haunted.

11

I stared at the rope in front of me. Tears falling down my cheeks.

Am I sure I'm doing this?

I gulped and took a step, slowly hang myself.

Dang, it hurts. I can't breathe. Tears running down my cheeks, I would be dead in a matter of minutes. I'm telling you, it's so hard to cry when you hang yourself, gasping for air while you're crying.

My tears fell onto the floor. As the last tears fell, I couldn't stare at it anymore.

Slowly, I closed my eyes.

I did. I finally did. I killed the demons. And the ghosts inside me. And the beasts. And the monsters. I should be happy.

I killed myself too.

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January 11th, 2016
07:01 PM

-bri