Left Alone Only Soon To Be Dead.

*Short story*
I tied it tight... triple knotting both ends. Thoughts kept running through my head, doubt, anxiety, guilt. I thought of my family and what they would think. Would they miss me? I wouldn't think so. Maybe it is for the best. The voices screamed "Jump". You could hear the elements of terrible excitement in their voices. My demons wouldn't leave me alone. I hated it. I thought once again.. "Maybe it is for the best".