December 30th, 2035: Six months ago.
Dear mom, dad and Chris,
I'm sorry. I just couldn't go on living. I love you all. I'm so sorry.
-Maria
I folded the note into fourths and tucked it in my shirt pocket.
"Maria. I'm running to the store to grab milk." Mom said as she kissed my head. "I'll be back in like 15 or so minutes."
"I love you." I said standing up.
"I love you too baby girl." She said walking out the front door. I grabbed the rope from under the couch. I measured it last night.
It would kill my mom knowing that her 15 year old hung herself but I knew it would be the easiest way for me to do it. A razor didn't work for me last time, I hated swallowing pills, and a gun was still completely out of the question so I had no other option.
I pulled a chair over and tied the rope as tightly as I could around the base of the new chandelier.
"Well, this is it." I said wrapping the rope around my neck. Right as I moved to kick the chair out from under me my mom walked it.
"I forgot my…" She looked up from her purse and saw me. "Maria." She untied the rope and helped me off the chair.
"I'm calling Mimi." She said. "She can recommend a physiatrist for you to see."
"Mom I don't need a…" I began but stopped as I saw how frantic my mom looked. I didn't change my mind. I was still going to kill myself but not for a while.