It Was Just A Joke!

My Last Attempt

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter mentions thoughts and actions of suicide, You have been warned.

My wrist are the least sensitive part of my body.

And until blood is as slick as oil until it clots.

My wrists feel numb, but I at least escaped from them.

I even managed to tourniquet my wrists until I was safe.

But, I won't be safe for long.

I have to do something  to protect myself.

Besides, what's the fun in letting them live.

I arrive at Mark's house and am greeted by Chica.

"Happy birthday bub."

She licks my face in response.

Hopefully she won't miss me too much.

I go to the garage and get some rope.

I went into a room I use when escaping Dark.

The ceiling fan can hold my weight, I tried this before.

I tie up the rope and set up the rope.

I get a sturdy chair and look at my setup.

I write out a note.

I get on the chair.

I put the noose around my head.

Goodbye.