Ding ****, the clock has finally struck twelve.
Miniscule sounds of people having the sweetesr dreams could be faintly heard as I slowly walk down the stairs.
Each step resounding throughout my mind seeming as if drums are being drummed in between my ears.
My breathing rapidly gettigg faster as my intentions became clear to myself.
I made my way to the kitchen to grab the gleaming object on the table, and I told myself, "Now really is the time to say goodbye".
Slowly, i pressed the edge on the soft tissue of my wrist and i close my eyes. Memories come rushing to me; my mom's face as she first helped me walk, my dads cheering as I won my first tournament. That first kiss I had with my first love. The laughs, the tears, the memories with the people I hold beloved.
I fall, with tears falling from my eyes I realize, death still scares me more than living.
I walk up the stairs with heavy steps telling myself, "maybe the 10th times the charm, huh?"