• Looking up was as hard as slicing my wrist, although it was very similar. I had no more than an one reason to continue living; my family. I didn't want to break their hearts, but nothing was good for me anymore. Why though? Because of Nancy. Nancy Nancy Nancy. The love of my life. I went to her house for dinner a few hours ago. It didn't go very well. I said that I loved her, and she kicked me out.
    "Charlie, you can't love me!" She screamed, astonished. "We are both... girls!"
    Yes, yes. I know. I am Lesbian. There is nothing wrong about that though! Its just like loving a guy, but girl. See? That is why I cannot take another breath. Just a breath could make me realise the hard truth.
    The rope was tied and hung high. It was cut to fit. I tried to make myself feel better. I smiled broadly and pretended everything was alright for a moment. It made me feel worse. How can this be happening? Smiling is meant to use less muscles than frowning. Somehow, it hurt more.
    'This is my time.' I continued to repeat.
    I slowly grabbed the thick rope and slipped it around my neck. My throat hurt. I felt a tear run down my face, but ignored it. My eyes shut.
    Suddenly, I heard an echo down the corridor. "Charlie... Dinner is ready!" Leona yelled out to me. I quickly let another teardrop run down my face and pulled the rope quickly. I took my very last breath. The last thing I heard was my sister's gasp. emo