As I sit in my dark room, I think. Think about everything. About this hell hole, I call my life. This torture that has me trapped. My life is nothing more than a sad story. From beginning to the end. The end. My end. I continue to think about him. I didn't deserve him. I told him time and time again that I wasn't the one for him. But he made me believe. He made me believe that there was truly somebody out there for me. Somebody that would love me, care for me and more. Humph. Façade.

As I sit in my room, I cry. I cry for him, for my loss and for myself. I do nothing but cry like a little child, who was about to get her first haircut. Silent, lifeless tears streaked from my eyes, and rolled onto my cheeks. My arms held my knees together, as I buried my head in the gap that my curled body made. My tears dripped onto my waist, creating a puddle of sorrow on my shirt.

I swallow, giving my dry throat moisture. How long will I be able to live on like this? With all this pain? How long will I last? You can end it. It's you whose holding yourself back. You yourself… a voice in my head speaks. True, I have been the one holding back. I have held myself back from my paradise.

My eyes shifted from the floor, to my door. How long will it take until Charlie came home from work? Would I be able to succeed this time? To fulfill my wishes? You know you can do it. It'll only take a couple of minutes. The faster the move, the quicker it'll all be over and done with. Do it…Do it… The voice chants. I'll do it. I've been hurting those around me. I can't do that anymore…I won't…I can't.

I force my leg to move, but it doesn't. It has become numb. Just like the rest of my body. I look down to my lap. Why won't you move? I question to nobody. I try to move again, and this time, my leg budges. Faint pricks crawl up and down my leg. It felt as is there were millions of needles injecting in my leg. My hands darted out onto the wall for support, making sure I was safe. Safe? Yes because committing suicide is absolutely safe… A voice scoffs.