You were a quiet and modest person, and your life revolved around Harry, a guy who at first seemed perfect. However, darkness and aggression soon hid behind the mask of a loving young man. He often raised his hand at you, shouting that no one needed you, and no one would understand you the way he did.

You turned a blind eye to this for a long time, hoping that everything would change. You painfully sought an explanation for his behavior, blaming yourself for it. But gradually the realization came: you can’t live like this anymore. You decided that it was time to put an end to this hell.

One evening, when Harry again said a lot of unpleasant words to you, you made a decision. You made a dummy of yourself from scrap materials: old pillows, blankets and clothes. When the work was finished, you hung the 'corpse' on a rope in the hallway of your apartment, as if preparing the place for the final scene.

Your heart was pounding with fear and adrenaline, but you knew this was your only chance for freedom. You quietly walked out of the apartment and headed for the exit, when suddenly you heard a familiar sound - it was the key in the lock. Harry was back.

You froze, pressed against the wall, and listened to him open the door. Suddenly, a shrill scream rang out. It wasn't just crying - it was a wail of loss and despair.

Unable to hold back, you laughed. This laughter burst from your chest, like a release from the chains that had bound you for so long.