After many hours of laying in bed with nothing but my own thoughts, I finally decided. Being alone wasn't something I wanted to experience - not anymore. Carefully, I closed the door behind me, making sure no one had noticed I had gone. Depression isn't enjoyable, no matter how many nights I had spent with it but tonight I was able to decide what I was going to do about it. Everyone had told me I was overreacting, and that I had nothing to be sad about but no one understood. FUCKING NO ONE. God gave up on me a long time ago. Hell was the only place left for me anyway. I wanted my revenge, that was all that was on my mind. Just revenge.
Killing her wasn't something I thought about; sure the way she treated me was a mistake, but murder would've made me no better. Love really is a brutal thing isn't it. Monsters are made from such a twisting emotion. Nobody seemed to understand what it has done to me though. Only me.
Peering through the window of her house, I stared back at all the memories we had together. Quietly, I walked towards her front door, and unzipped the bag I had taken with me, pulling out the one thing I had brought with me. Rope. Slowly I tied it into the right shape and climbed up onto the railing to attach it to the top of her porch. Tightly, I wrapped the final product around my neck. Useless thoughts ran to mind, telling me to stop and that I should keep trying, but I didn't care. Viciously, I pushed my self off the side railing. What a beautiful surprise I had left for her. X Ray's wouldn't be needed to show my neck didn't break and I had suffered immensely by dying to suffocation - just so she could see it.
Zoe deserved to see the pain she make me feel - right before her eyes.
(First ever post in WP, show mercy.)