It was dim in my room, the only illumination was from the porch light shining through the gaps of the windows. Even though it was dark, my eyes were still able to perceive the outline of the wooden chair in front of me and the lone rope hanging from the bare ceiling. Everything felt so cold and distant. It feels like every single object out there doesn't likes me - they hope that i will vanish from the face of the world this instance. At this moment, the chair and the rope seems to be the only things that are welcoming me, with open arms. They seem to be calling out to me.

There were voices in my head, it sounds like children fighting over a candy, arguing and making inchorent noises at the same time. I can make out bits and pieces of them, like 'Step on to the chair and you'll end all the sufferings', 'No! There is always a solution to these problems!' and so on. They were ringing in my ear so loudly that i feel like my brain is going to explode any time. Deciding to end all of these, i stepped on to the object in front of me and grabbed the rough, thickset rope. Suddenly, the voices ceased. Complete silence. Then, i heard a firm voice. "You are all ready to go. Do it." And i did it.

I wished i chose other alternative methods instead of this. A less painful way to die.

I struggled for a few horrifying minutes; my body was struggling to fight against the pain searing through my throat and the compressing of my lungs. It's like someone is squeezing all the air out of my body. The pain finally subsided when my soul left my body, which is an empty casing now.

Staring at my own body, I thought: "I'm free!", "My suffering has officially came to an end!"

Little did i know, the truth was quite the opposite of what i had thought...