Alone. She feels alone, afraid. Why did I have to be the unlucky one ? This is too much to take. She thinks. She wants it all to end. A noose around her neck. A bullet through her head. A pills down her throat. A blade in her skin.
This is all to overwhelming. She can't do it. She is emotional drained. Mentally unstable.
Which one will she choose ? The rope ? The pills ? The blade ? The gun ? So many choices. Too little time. Only a matter of minutes until her parents get home. But they wouldn't notice. They don't pay attention to her. They would care she thinks. I'm just a burden. They don't want me. It would be better if I just... Simply disappeared.
It's been 20 minutes. Why am I taking so long to choose ?.. She thinks. With my luck they will be here soon! She yells.
Hours past. What the hell is going on ! She screams. She doesn't want to be here. Down the stairs she goes. Running as fast as she can. The tool shed was open, she ran there and got a rope. Next she went to the medicine cabinet. "Finally.. Maybe all my pain can be over. Maybe I will be happy." She whispered.
Out the of the house she runs. Carrying a bag with her pills and rope she runs as fast as she can go. She is at an old abandoned building. This is where she is most the time.
She swallows the pills. Ties a noose. Hangs it on the wood. There is a note on the ground for her parents.. If they ever find her. She took one last breath and
