I stood there, staring at the murky water below. In my right hand was a brick, in my other was a rope. I was determined to do it, but now I was beginning to have regrets. I thought of the few friends I had left, how would they feel? I tried not to think of my family. They weren't the ones causing me so much pain, it was school. I was being pushed so hard be my coachs and just because I was playing football, every other teacher expected straight A's from me.I have to do it, it's my only way out of hell, I convinced myself over and over again. I slowly tied the rope around the brick as I watched the sun rise. I enhaled some of the sweet air around me, aware that this would be my last sunrise to witness.

I sighed and tied the rope around my leg as tightly as I could without cutting of my blood. I wanted to commit suicide the right way, if there was such a thing. I blocked my eyes as the ultra violet rays hit them. The day was going to be a beautiful one. I could tell by the streaks of purple and pink in the sky. Why does it have to be so damn pretty when I want to die? It's like they are happy! I thought with hatred.

I took in another deep breath and let it out, making sure there was as little as possible in my lungs. Slowly, I threw the brick into the water and I was sent plunging deep below. The icy water sent chills through my body and I wanted so badly to get pulled out and given a warm towl and some coa-coa. But then I remember the real reason for all of this. I took in a breath of the icy gunk and was sent in a coughing attack. Soon I could feel weakness sweep over me and I knew that my nightmare was ending...

+I was emailed a few times in the past week about why I write suicides. Well, I write them because I have been so close to doing it.+