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HauntedThe house was silent save for my own disturbed ridden thoughts and the wind knocking at the windows. Everyone else had gone out, and I was left alone.
I wanted it to be this way. They needed some time alone together, and I needed to be alone myself. This was the night I had planned it, and yet, I was at a loss of how to actually execute my own demise, even when it came down to two options.
My bed was littered with paper - the product of a sad attempt at numerous suicide notes, a few razors that had been knocked onto my bed from my own movement, and my father's revolver with a single bullet by it's side, all laid about me.
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