Prologue

Nothing in this story are my feelings. It's based on the accounts of suicide I've been dealing with. I DO NOT PROMOTE ANY DEPRESSION. I created Rose to get it out of my system.

I pick up the last piece of paper from my floor. "This should do." I quitely say to myself as I sit down on the chair and start writing. My parents won't be home untill this afternoon, so I have plenty of time to write down a sufficient apology. Like it matters to them anyway. I don't matter to anybody, they couldn't care less if I died. It would all just be so much easier for everybody, they'd have one mouth less to feed, one friend less to spend their attention on, one less sister to bully them around, I'm sure now, I need to do this. 

I step onto my chair, make sure the rope is attached, carefully strap it around my neck, and jump.