I've been thinking long and hard how to do it.
How to end the pain I've been feeling.
I've thought of everything from pills to doing it the messy way.
At last, the idea of using the rope had prevailed.
I tied the noose around tightly. I didn't mind the pressure of the rope eating into the flesh. In fact, I welcomed it. It was a small price to pay to ultimately free me of the pain.
With the noose in place, I walked around the apartment to pick the room most fitting for the occasion.
I figured the bathroom would be easiest to clean up.
I tied the other end of the rope as hard as I could and pulled on it a couple of times to make sure it would withhold the pressure.
“On 3.”
I proceeded to count down and on 1 I slammed the door door with all the force I could muster and my tooth went flying out of my mouth, leaving blood marks on the floor along its trajectory.
It hurt then, sure, but when healed, my toothache was gone.
Ding. Time is up.
"Toothache"
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