I got on the chair. Thanks a lot Luke. I tied the rope on the fan. I lightly tied it around my neck. I had a knife in case I change my mind.
"IM HOME!" My dad hollered throughout the house.
I cut the rope of and untied it from my neck. I put the chair back in its place and sat watching the TV.
Dear Mr. Bully,
I almost killed myself.
Too bad my dad walked in.
I deserve to die.
I'm an ugly, fat, worthless piece of shit.
Your lucky.
Your perfect.
How is this? I guess I'll continue. After this is done should I do a book where Luke reads all the notes?
