Leaving/Marie/Suicide/Hanging/Kick
From Create Your Own Story
Just wanting it to be over with, you kick the chair out from under you, sending it rolling far away.
You swing from the fan by your neck, airway and blood circulation to your head cut off. Rope digging into your neck with more of a bite than you expected, but at first it's not so bad.
Soon however, your body starts to fight for oxygen. You become light headed, vision fading. You thrash and attempt to bring your hands to your neck to remove the rope involuntarily, pulling the rope binding your hands up between your legs tighter, causing pain as it splits your labia and rubs your clit raw. But that pain is secondary to the feeling of your brain cells dying faster every second, every minute they go without oxygenated blood.
Eventually you can't fight, voluntarily or involuntarily, anymore. You twitch and shudder, but the movements aren't those of someone desperately fighting to stay alive. Your world has gone black.
Nothing hurts anymore, in any sense.
End.
