A Trip to Heaven

Chapter 11

And that's exactly what I planned to do. I wiped my eyes so no more tears would fall, I was done. The earth would be better off without me. There was no point in going on through life, and nothing to look forward too. Every time my phone buzzed with an awful text message, I felt as if I was already dying. I got up from where I was sitting on my nicely made bunk bed and tip toed to see where my mom was. I peeked into her room next door and saw steam coming from her bathroom. That's usually what she does if she's stressed or depressed. My mom has been in the shower more often now that Dads been gone in Afghanistan. It was good she was in the shower, I could do what had to be done.

I walked back to my room and opened to dirt to my tiny closet and managed to find an old jump rope. "I remember this," I thought, "Me and my best friend Gabby would have jump rope contests to see who could jump rope the longest in elementary school, but she moved to Australia 3 years ago for her Dads job. Gabby hated her Dads job and how they always had to move every 5-7 years, but secretly, I thought she was lucky. At least she got to be with her Dad and spend time with him. Where as I feel as if he missed most of my childhood. I miss him a lot, but I was not going to let my dad stop me from letting go, and leaving this horrible place."

I grabbed the old jump rope and tied it as tight as I could to the too of my bunk bed. I jumped down from the top bunk and grabbed a picture of Jack and I during Christmas last year. We looked so happy as he was giving me a piggy back ride and the two of us looking into each others eyes, laughing so hard we almost peed our pants! Jack and I were planning on having another holiday photo shoot this year, but that obviously won't be happening.

I walked back over to the dangling rope and looked outside my big window one last time. I took the old rope and tied it around my neck like a necklace. Holding the picture of Jack and I, I said out loud, "If I just hold this everything will be ok." Like I said before with Jacks hand in the ambulance. Then... I jumped.

I could feel my oxygen being cut off I'm my throat and I started chocking and hacking kicking my feet to trying and save myself, struggling to untie the knot around my neck with my shaking fingers. No matter what I wouldn't let go of that picture of me and Jack. I was dying, and the last thing I remember was my mom yelling, "Ashely?!" and hearing the door open to my purple room. But I was then taken away from my lifeless body.

*Sorry if this chapter was a little gruesome, but it's about to get reallllll good. What do you thinks going to happen next?!*