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Saturday, 1 March 2014 || 08:55
Her hands kept on writing non-stop. She wrote everything that she kept by herself all this while. Her tears fell on the paper making the paper wet. The big bungalow was so silent. Only the sound of her sobbing filled in the air of the house. On her ceiling fan, there's a big rope neatly tied. She was ready now. She's ready to do it. No matter how hard it is, there's no turning back. She ended her letter with a simple 'goodbye'. She left the letter on her desk and made her move to her camera, that was nicely set on its' stand. She turned the camera on and clicked the record button. She walked towards the chair right after the red light turned on. She stood on the chair carefully and placed the nicely tied rope around her neck. She took a long breath before she closed her eyes tightly and kicked the chair, making it fell to the ground. She struggled for a few moments before she completely stopped moving. Silence took part in the atmosphere again. The camera was still recording, the letter still wet with her tears, her body . . . it was cold, and pale. It's the end. The end of her precious, unappreciated life. She's gone. She's dead. No one can change the fact. No one can bring her back.
Her parents got home. Her mom shouted the name, expecting to hear her sweet voice answering her but no one did. She got panicked. She looked for her around the house and her room was the last place before she screamed her lungs out and fell to the ground. The dad ran quickly to the rescue. His legs also gave up on him as soon as he saw the scene in front of him. The mother started to cry hardly when the father took out his phone and call the cop.
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The room is empty. Silence, sadness, tears kept on filling the air of the house, the 'haunted' house. A week had passed, the parents opened the room door and the mother immediately burst out crying right after she stepped inside the room. The father made his move to the desk and took the letter that she left.
Sorry, mom and dad. I have to go now. I don't have the guts to continue my life. I don't think people around me need me. Thanks for everything. I appreciate everything that you guys did to me. Pray for me, and, goodbye.
The paper dropped to the ground. The mother then took the camera and clicked the on button. She clicked 'play' on the last video recorded. Her father then approached the mom. They saw their daughter's sad, pale face before she put the rope around her neck and . . . GONE.
