Hanging by the slotted rope.

I remember Aurora's gentle face. The pale face.

But, that's the only thing I remember.

It happened so fast, the twisted, beige, rough rope,

taught around her frail neck.

She was on a stepstool,

And she kicked it out from underneath.

Within a quick second, it succumbed to her neck.

The rope left little cuts,

and her mouth lay open,

little puddles of blood softly oozing out.

Her wrists faced me,

slotted with scars and pen marks.

She couldn't end like this.

She couldn't.

Then I saw something switch.

Her face became crimson lava,

Her eyes became wide.

She coughed vigorously,

and shook her legs around, searching for the stool.

I ran over and took the weight of her neck by holding her feet.

A deep breath was taken in,

and blood spurted in front of my eyes from her mouth.

"I want to die." Aurora whispered to nothing.

"Well die in a kinder way."

I got her down an put her on the bed.

"I want to die slowly."

"Then hold your breath."

Without a response, I pressed my lips against hers, and gave her the best make out of her

life.

Her body began to struggle for air,

but she didn't try to stop me.

So I went further, slowly inserting my tongue into her mouth,

letting tiny parts of air into her almost blue body.

I bit her cheek then pressed my lips back against her mouth.

As I stood back,

life left her body.

But before she died,

she whimpered,

"No,"

as if she decided she didn't want to die.

But its too late.

Author's Note

I hope you like, it took a while and based off of a true story.
I'm the suicidal girl, and I was kissed until death.
But I made him stop a few seconds before I died.
Don't be this girl.