Dream

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Nov. 08, 2020

this is really short because its a vent writing, I just needed to get my thoughts on paper so I could concentrate on something other than my emotions, you feel me?


anyways, huge trigger warning for suicide.


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Clay knotted the rope in his shaking hands, eyes blurring with disregard. God, he could not believe that he was doing this, especially so early in his life.

His eyes moved to the hook on his ceiling, of which he wrapped the rope around. Climbing on the small stepladder, he bent down and snatched the bottles he'd chosen he was gonna down.

He was already drunk off his mind, and mixing medication with the stuff wasn't a great idea. It was life threatening

So, taking a swig of water, he crammed as many pills as he could into his mouth and started gulping them down until the containers were empty.

He glanced around his spinning room, feeling the urge to vomit.

Putting his head through the loop, Clay took one final gasp of air and kicked the stool from under his feet.

What he thought was going to be an instant death of him snapping his neck, turned into a painful battle as the air circulation cut off and he slowly lost breath. But instead of fighting back, his arms just hung there as he let out short gasps of air.

First static, then blackness filled the blonds vision as he let out his last strained breath and lost all consciousness. 

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