Zwakel

We find hope in the most unexpected places.
Max had always been the social outcast. No matter how many times he tried to make a friend, he'd end up failing. Tortured by practically every jock his options of survival grow slim, very slim.
Figuring this life was not for him, he coincides with his inner demon and decides he's had enough.
The noose hung from the ceiling as he strapped it around his neck. Inches from death, tears begin to stream down his cheeks. Glancing around the room one last time, he takes a deep breathe before proceeding on with tightening the rope around his squeamish throat. This was it. No turning back now.
As he inches forward a knock awakens him from the complete darkness he had been compiled in. Finally a light to an in bearing dark side.
He hops off the chair and walks over towards the door.

Please note: This story is based off of my life, a lot of its true. I wrote this in hopes of inspiring people to continue on.