I gripped the blade tightly in my left hand which was shaking slightly. I wasn't really sure why I was shaking – I wasn't scared of death, wasn't afraid of facing the unknown. Maybe it was the adrenaline that was making my mind sharp and focused, maybe it was the automatic re-oxygenating of my blood that made my breath come in short pants. Or maybe I wasn't ready yet.
Well, ready or not, today it would end. All of it. My Life. I couldn't go through this hell any longer. I positioned the carving knife over my left wrist, sucked it a deep breath, and plunged it in with as much force as possible…death, the end of everything.