You gasped for air the moment your eyes opened as you woke up from your sleep. Inches above your face, a body of a girl hanged from the ceiling. In panic, you jump to your feet and ran to your drawers looking for a tool to cut off the rope that binded her neck. You had to save her.
With a scissor on your hands, you carefully cut it and laid her on the bed. Upon seeing the face of the lifeless girl, heavy tears broke out from your eyes. You cried for help as loud as you could but it went unheard.
You pumped her chest—one, two, three. And then again, and again, and again. God knows you tried, but it was simply too late.
"Please come back, I don't want to die."
It was your body. You hanged yourself ending your life, and now you wish you didn't. But when you tried to unkill yourself, it was only then that you realized a part of you still wanted to live.
| Suicide is Never the Answer |
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