With a resolved sigh, Margaret swung the rope over the ceiling fan, grunting as the thick rope proceeded to finally curl around the head of the fan.
After making a knot, she tugged down on the rope left for her, ensuring it was tied up properly before she proceeded to tie it around her neck. With shaky fingers, tears began rolling down her cheeks. She froze, wanting to stop. This was crazy- she was crazy.
But It was the only way.
She quickly wiped her eyes and grabbed the rope again, a firm grip with her hand, she wounded it around her neck until she could not feel a single flesh on her neck.
Gasping, more tears dropped from her eyes as she swayed back and forth over the bed before she finally steadied herself and made her towards the edge of the bed.
