Lucas Grahm's sighed as he walked down the street an aura of darkness hanging over his head so thick that the passersby could feel it. However, none of them stopped to try and talk to him, or even have the courtesy to ask him how his day was, It wasn't any of their business, right?

Lucas' parents had both just died in a plane crash the month before, and his world began to crumble around him after this. He had no one to go to, and no idea what to do. The house his parents had been paying off was repossessed because he couldn't afford it, and all that was left in the will was one hundred thousand dollars, not nearly enough to finish paying off the house.

After he was kicked out he took what little he had and tried to live on his own, but it was not easy for a seventeen-year-old. He eventually lost most of the money and now only had twenty thousand left to his name, and with nothing left to do, and nowhere else to go he decided it was time to leave this shitty world behind.

He had just purchased the only house he could afford with his measly twenty thousand, and it was supposedly a haunted one, a perfect spot he thought, to end his life. He was currently on his way there, with a rope in his hands that he was fiddling with, which he decided to use as his method of escape.

Lucas stopped walking as he arrived in front of a rusted gate that creaked as the wind blew it back and forth. There were cobblestone steps that dotted a path leading up to a western house that was two stories tall and was painted white, with the paint peeling in places, as the upkeep of the home was nothing less than unsatisfactory.

Lucas looked around with dull eyes and thought 'Haunted houses sure are iconic huh, they all look the same' as he pushed open the creaky gate and began to walk up the cobblestone path. He crunched through wilted leaves that had fallen from dead trees and pushed past some overgrown weeds as he headed towards the haunted house.

He did not really take it to mind whether or not the house was haunted, because he was just looking for a good place to off himself. If there were ghosts or whatever in the house, then he might have some companions in the afterlife, so he saw that as a plus.

Lucas arrived at the door and pulled out the key that he was given as he tried to open the door. Since it hadn't been opened in a long time he had to push really hard before the door opened with a *thunk* and he stumbled in greeted with a faceful of dust. While coughing Lucas waved his hand in the air and looked around.

The house was layered in dust, and Lucas was agreeable that no one had been here in years. The entryway he arrived in led into what looked to be the living room, as it still had furniture that was left here, although it was covered in dust. Deciding not to look further through the house Lucas decided that he would tie the noose here. He looked towards the ceiling and saw a rafter that looked sturdy enough to hold his weight, and he positioned a chair underneath it and sat down with a sigh.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a Lunchable and dimly smiled as he said "So this is going to be my last meal" maybe it was because all of the memories attached to this brand of kids food was the reason he bought it. His mother buying them for him to eat during school, or him feeding his dad some when they were having a picnic.

Tears began to fall out of his eyes as he began to slowly make those sandwiches with crackers ham and cheese. He ate the Lunchable like it was the most prized delicacy on Earth. As he finished he put the trash back in his backpack and grabbed the rope that had fallen to the floor. Unconsciously he began to again fiddle with the rope pulling on it as he began to reminisce about the past.

He drifted into memories of him and his family having fun together, his mom holding him in her arms when he was scared of the monster under his bed, or his dad teaching him to play catch. Even his mom punishing him when he did something wrong became one of his most treasured memories, and he would do anything to go back to those times. Maybe that is why he is doing all this...so he can meet his parents.

Gaining more conviction when he thought of this Lucas began to tie the noose with the rope in his hand and slung it over the rafter and tugged it a bit to make sure it would hold. He stood up on the chair and smiled again when he thought how his mom would have scolded him for doing this before, and he put the rope around his neck and secured it.

Giving a few deep breaths Lucas kicked the chair out from underneath himself and gravity quickly began to do its work as he fell down, his windpipe being crushed by the rope suffocating him. Lucas felt a pressure in his chest, and he could practically hear his heartbeat. He knew that there was no going back now, and his vision began to darken, and a smile appeared on his face as he lost consciousness.

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"Hey Pride should we save him?" A childish voice asked.

"Of course! Although we are the seven deadly sins we don't kill people! And if we did kill them, then we would do it ourselves! We can't let him do it! Quickly go cut him down." A deep voice responded sternly.

"Yeah yeah, I got it" the childish voice responded.