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Gone

Sitting at her desk.
She knows its time to go.
She’s tired, so very tired.

She goes to get the rope…
Or the knife…
Or anything she chooses.
Because she is just that desperate to leave.

No ones home
It’s the perfect time.
She’s ready.
If she doesn’t do it now she’s going to hate herself even more.

No one knows.
No one will know.
Until later…

She gets the video camera, along with a chair.

She decides on the rope.
She’ll be gone instantly.
There will be no noise.

With one side of the rope tied to the fan,
The other around her neck.

She turns on the camera
And stares at the blinking red dot.
She starts to mumble.
She starts apologizing for everything to everyone.

One foot is off the chair now.  

With the remote control in her hand.
With her finger already on the off button, she clicks it off.

As soon as she sees that light go off.

She goes off.
Written by epicRawrz (Party Poison)
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