As she walked up to the fallen log they used as a step, her
hands shook.
The rough rope scratched her skin and she knew she would be
wearing turtlenecks and scarves for days.
But as the noose tightened around her delicate throat,
cutting off the precious oxygen she needed…the rush took over.
In the darkness of the deprivation, she couldn’t remember
how it felt when her mother walked out on them…leaving her alone with her father.
Here there was just the struggling wheeze of her breath and
the high.
By the time the noose slipped free…
She was unconscious.
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