how sweet it must be to feel all the pain at once, then never again?

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I was tired. tired of everything. This was my last string.

She thought as she dragged the ready made bag from under her bed. She carefully opened the zip before pulling out the equipment, one after one. There was five choices for her to chose from. . .

One, Swallowing pills. She was experienced and it was affordable.

Two, Hanging. The rope Affordable but the process was quite scary.

Three, Cutting. Experienced and painful.

Four, Jumping. Takes time and it was not so practical.

Five, Drowning. That was a big bad NO.

She had two bottles of pills. A thick rope. A plastic bag with clean five blades and had a bath tub in the bathroom combined to her room.

She was not a brave person. So she wasn't sure about slitting her wrists deep or tying the rope around her neck. Cross that two out.

And she's left with the pills.

I mean, pills sounded better. You just have to wait until you slowly drift away.

She kicked the other stuff under the bed again and took the two bottled pills. She sighed.

She didn't wanted to this. This was not how her life was going to end. She was supposed to grow up and get marry and have kids and grow old with her mister before going to rest in peace. This wasn't supposed to happen. This is not the way her life was going to be. She had always been afraid of death. When she was six she used to refuse to go to school because she was afraid when she leave, her mother will die. When she was eight she used to wake up at night, screaming because she had a nightmare about death. Since she was little she used to ask everyone not to die when she's not around. And when she grew up to teenage year, she used to stay up late and think about death. How will she die? Will she die tonight? How will people react after her death? Where would she go after death? What happens?

Those were her unanswered questions.

But no matter what, she never thought she would die like this. Sitting at the foot of her bed. Pills in hand, ready to swallow them dry.

Hell she had a lot of things to do before death. She had a bucket list for crying out loud! She wanted to be a successful artist. Or a singer. Or a painter.

But now, everything she's ever dreamed of is going down the road.

She took a deep breath and opened the cap of the bottles. But before she could do anything the door opens, and in walks a tall man with jade green eyes and a head full of curls.

"Woah! Do anything but that"

And there goes her attempt of suicide.

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Harry slowly opened the door to the shown room and stepped in. At first he couldn't quite see because of the darkness but when he did, he swore his heart dropped to his stomach.

There was a girl sitting at the foot of the bed, with a bottle of pills. And that pills did not looked like they are for normal medications.

Hell.

Was he really facing a suicide attempt of a girl?

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[A/N- I am so fvcking tired my right eye is sleeping on it's own. I had practices today and I'm drained. So here's the zero. Actually it' like a filler chapter as well as a second prologue. I hope you understand what I wrote because I didn't read it twice because I'm half asleep. Well hope you enjoyed that, I mean there's nothing to enjoy but yeah]

QOC - who was your first ever celebrity crush?

MA - ROSS LYNCH BABY! Do you wanna know the story behind it? Well too sad I'm asleep so I'll tell you later, really interesting I promise you...

Now I'mma go and jump face flat on the bed now..baaii

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