*tick tock*
Would go the clock. "Hurry, your time is almost up."
*tick tock*
"Now be patient this will only take a minute. Painless even."
*tick tock*
"Its not like you had anything else better to do with it."
*tick tock*
"Here, these are pain killers take as many as you want. They are strawberry flavor, tour favorite." *crunch munch*
The pills slide down your throat. "Here, have this blade, its sharp enough to cut anything - even flesh. Do with it as you want."
*slice spilce*
"Well now isn't that a master piece. Blood dripping on the floor. *tsk tsk* Naughty girl."
*tick tock*
"You have a choice 1.kill your disgusting self or...2. Live. But its not really fun. Everyone is scared of me for I dont lie nor give false hope I am a date set in stone for when you will be put into a eternal slumber. But life oh that son of a bitch lies. Saying you will never face me, but every single human will will. Just like you are."
*tick tock times out*
"Decided?"
"What do you mean No?"
"I need an answer NOW."
"HELLO? do yOu knOw whO I AM?"
"Kill yourself, so I may feed on you. Just like your father."
*haha*
"Ok fine here's another gift. Liquid to make you puke. I dont need a thanks."
*starved months past*
*death appears again*
"Oh my, how skinny you gotten."
"Dont you eat anymore?"
"What do you mean its my fault? I never made you do anything."
*skin and bones*
"Fine you whiny brat here, a rope."
"You would have been in a lot of less pain if you just ended it all, ya know?"
"You don't know how?"
"Here lemme show you."
"Does it feel to tight?"
"Alittle. ok."
*gasping*
"What do you mean whats wrong with me I just made it tighter."
"Oh sorry my bad, what? You said you can't breathe?"
"Thats a shame, sleep now child."
*you breathe your last breathe*
"See now was that, that hard? Well no point asking you now."
*you are dead, your soul leaving your body*

  You awake from your nightmare in tear and a cold sweat apon our forhead. You chuckel a little to know that the face of deatg is no longer in your room. Middle fingers to the ground you get out of bed. You stumble into the kitchen to get a glass of water to revive your parched throat. Looking on your marble counters you see a present with your name on it.

  You open the box wraped nicely in colored paper. The containts in the box make your breath hitched, and heart race. A bottle of pills, blade and rope, kindly already made into a noose for you. A fog of depression hits. You dont need a reson to kill yourself, you need one to not.

  You take a fist full of pills, popping them into your mouth then swallowing it. You take the blade adding a few more slashes to your wrist they will easily hidden among the others. Taking the rope you pause, Is this the end? Will I even be misses? Will someone cry? No, no, and no get over yourself. Telling yourself to rid of all doubts you walk into your room preping the last scene left by you. Wipping out paper, and a pen you write the note your parents will read after your body is found.

   "Dear parents goodbye thanks for raising me even tho I was never happy. Remember the good moments not my faults such as this. You'll move on I'm not something to be weld on. Just think of it as a part of my magic shows I use to put on for you. This is my disappearing act, but forever. Don't morn me too much. I am runing out of room so I guess my last words to you are...I love you."
                
  You rap the rope around the cieling fan about 7 feet off the ground getting on a chair provided by your desk that you left your note in a envelope on. You see a world of color through the rope you stick tour head through looking for a new hope.

Now you hang on display from a rope for all to see.

"Sleep now child, sleep."

The end...