Rope

A lone noose hangs from a small door frame at the end of a long hall. I walk and hear the creak of unfurnished floors of an old house. I take the rope in my hands and slip my head though. I let go. I feel the harsh material cut into my neck. Ignore the pain. It will be all over soon. The air slowly seeps out of my lungs. It all fades to black.
Walk into the light and greeted by the hand of him. I see my uncle who died of a bad lung and grandmother who died of a broken heart. I look down at the cruel world I just left. I see my parents hunched over my body. I look at my girlfriend receiving the call, the call that shatters her fragile heart. I realized what I have done, how selfish I am. I turn back. There's no way out. I'm lost in heaven.
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Category:Reality
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