Fix Me

I stared once more at my mobile, there was nothing, absolutely nothing. No calls, no text messages, nothing. I tore my glance away from the piece of plastic as my mind drifted back to self-destruct. My eyes met with the rope hanging from the ceiling, then they shifted to the small step that was set directly under the rope. My eyes then shifted towards the door and then my marked wrists, covered with scars. My eyes, finally, flashed back to the phone, a new settled determination taking over my trembling figure as I scribbled a note laying it down on the bed. My feet carried me slowly as my hands trembled.

I set my feet on the step, grabbing the rope, with shaking hands pulling it onto my head and down my neck. Looking back at the phone before knocking the step from under my body, my weight falling. The floor, far away from my feet.