"That's it. I'm done, and I'm not coming back," I mutter to myself as I walk toward the woman's bathroom of the club I'm in and take out the rope I subconsciously stuffed into my black leather purse earlier. I tie a noose like I have practiced so many times before, and look for a place to hook it. There's a vent on the ceiling, perfect. I look at myself one last time in the mirror and tears steak down my face. My thin, bony body. My long, black, wiry hair. My blue, lifeless eyes. And I hate it, all of it. As I take it all in I reapply my red lipstick and toss down a few pills. May as well have a backup if the rope doesn't work. I slowly walk over to the stall where everything is set up and I check to make sure the rope is secured. Wrenching off my black pumps, I stand on the toilet seat and pull the noose over my head. I say a final prayer and step off the seat. As I hang there feeling the life drain out of me, I hear a girl giggling and the door opens. The girl walks in with some guy, and we make eye contact. She slowly backs out of the room, but the boy remains.
"Hi," he ventures and we stare at each other for a minute. My breathing starts to slow and I smile a last, painful smile.
"Bye," I whisper, and everything goes black...
