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Noose

He hid his face from all who surrounded him. His spirit broken—torn in two by the brutal attacks: sometimes adjectives, sometimes fists. Finally he became tired of it all. It was time to end the pain. The noose was ready, and so was the chair. Numb and without a tear, he felled the chair, and hung a foot from the ground. He kicked, he squirmed, he struggled to breath, and he regretted his decision. His life was over. The boy was only fourteen and he never experienced love, never had a job, never had a wife, and never lived. He now hung lifelessly. It was only later that evening, when his mother returned home from work to find him dangling. From her eyes came a river of sorrow polluted by regrets of not being there enough. She thought that only if she paid more attention to her only child he would still be here. Lucky enough for her, and lucky enough for her son, he did no go through with it. He planned to carry out his death and had everything ready to go, but he met a girl who showed hi…