Standing in my room, I stare at the once alive walls. Clutching the frayed rope tightly in my hands I stagger forward leaning slightly against the wall for support. The room swayed in a dizzying circle.
My vision blurred as my hands automatically reached up and tied the rope to the ceiling fan. My phone rang in the corner. I ignored it laughing a little sadly. "Don't try to persuade me to not do it..." I mumbled under my breath glancing slightly at my phone which was now flashing the usual bright colors as it rang. I looked at it and looked back hesitantly at the fraying rope that was now tied to the ceiling. I stumbled to my table that had my phone on it and I picked it up." Stop, please! Think about it! You'll only hurt the people who are close to you! Don't do it!" I look at the phone with dislike. "Shut up. Leave me alone." Then I hung off. "Just do it already, what more do you have to lose?" My inner self was persuading me to end it fast. I grabbed the rope and wrapped it around my neck. "Bye." The last sight I saw was my room door being kicked down.
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The Whisper Of Death
HorrorA young girl of 14 commits suicide. When she thinks everything is over, Death resurrects her to die multiple times, in different ways. Each as gruesome as the last.
