What a sad laugh, a sad smile— to say the truth, it was a vivacious one. But it hides a thousand words, a thousand of thoughts, a thousands of emotions. And not one was a good one. Tragic, sorrow, woe, pain— they're all in it.

Her body is but a cage of a swirling storm of thoughts, while her physique was the eye of the typhoon. It was calm, it was solemn. No one knows her dealings inside. Her screams, her cries.

It was locked—no, not locked but no one just noticed. No one CARED to notice. She was just a lone being, S. O. S. written with her own blood on the walls. She then knot a tie around the ceiling and surround her neck by the circular rope.

She kicked the stool she stood on and hanged herself with a smile in face, not squirming in the squeeze in her neck. When death was about to surface, she opened her mouth with a struggling breathless whisper— I'm finally free.