The world around her spun as she stumbled into her room, looking for the rope. Today was the day. She's sick of life. Hope will be no more, She reminds herself. She dug in her sock drawer, looking for the thin, silky rope that she had since she could drive. (She drove to the hardware store to get a bunch of things, but of course, they were out of context)
Her arms were loose and trembling as she fumbled a knot into loop of the plant holder that hung from her ceiling. It's convenient, really, almost like her parents want her to do this. Like everybody doesn't want Hope any more. She remembered a step-by-step picture she found on Pinterest on how to tie the rope, and tried to tie the knot as best as she could with her trembling and weak hands.
It was over. She crawled on top of her bed and lowered the oval ring of rope around her neck. She took what she thought was her last breath, and stepped off of her bed. The rope tugging at her throat.
