Tyler stood on the cold tile of the bathroom and debated the objects laid out before him. It was hard to decide what option would be best for him to die by. Knives, some ropes, and a couple bottles of pills he managed to smuggle away from his ever watchful parents. Tyler sighed and started to choose. He could use the belt to hang himself, but that wasn't a foolproof plan. Someone could easily find him here, holed up in the bathroom and 'save' him. Using the knife to slit his wrists would be messy, time-consuming, and not to mention, pretty damn painful. It would leave a rather big mess for his family to have to clean up when he was gone. Tyler needed something better, perhaps he could use two of them and get the job done. The pills looked like the best option from his three choices. It would be easy and painless, like falling asleep. Tyler gulped and pulled the bottles towards him. He already had written a note for his parents to find after he was dead, but he wanted everything to be perfect, so Tyler did one more check around the cramped bathroom.
Door's locked? Check.
Note? Yup.
Tyler read it over one more time as it would basically be his last words to his family.
To anyone who finds this, and if they even care enough to read it, I'm sorry I wasn't good enough. I tried to be happy and be everything you guys wanted me to be, but I couldn't fill this emptiness inside of me. I drained everything good out of our home just by being here. I'm sorry I was such a weight for everyone to try and carry. And to Mom and Dad, you don't have to worry about me anymore. I'm finally safe and happy and right where I need to be. Goodbye, everyone. You won't miss me.
It sounded good to Tyler so he left it, sitting innocently on the creamy white countertop. He looked in the mirror one last time and grimaced. At this body, covered in its many scars from cuts, and the empty brown eyes that stared back at him from Tyler's reflection. He pressed his mouth into a firm line before grabbing the first bottle and popping in as many pills as he could fit and swallowed. That sound be enough, Tyler thought, grabbing the coiled rope and fashioning a noose. It hung from the shower curtain rod and beckoned for his neck to find refugee there. Tyler stepped up onto the toilet and slowly put his head through the loop and tightened it, his vision already starting to go blurry.
Tyler took a last breath and stepped off of the seat.
He couldn't help it, he started to fight and kick in a pitiful attempt at survival. He knocked some of the items on the sink off, causing a ruckus. Shit. Shit. Shit. Tyler could hear one of his sibling knocking on the door asking what was going on.
Then, he didn't hear anything.
I won this time Tyler…