Happy Face

You gather rope and chair. You know the perfect spot. You set everything up. Who would want to live this kind of life, always living in fear? You should of died in the house, you tell yourself. You climb onto the chair and step off. Your rope necklace decorating your neck, you close your eyes for the last time and exhale your last breathe. Relief flows over your body. Yes you may be dead, but you are finally at peace.



Congratulations. You did end up dying, but you got out of the house out least.