He turned over and glanced at his clock that read 2:14a.m.
Thinking about death, his dad, painting pictures, but, most of all, he was thinking about the rope that was underneath his bed.
This rope was calling for him so he got up and reached down under his bed until he could feel it.
He pulled it out from under the bed sat at the edge staring at it.
Time passed and he turned around to his clock once more.
3:38a.m.
He finally decided it was time to do what he had planned on doing earlier.
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Dark Paradise
Short StoryA depressed boy can't take anymore of the pain he goes through {extremely short story} (COMPLETED)