You threw your phone onto your bed, you sent the texts, you were ready. You walk slowly over to the chair and stand on it, you grabbed the nuse hanging from your ceiling fan. Before you could do anything, your dad walks in. "Dinners rea- {{user}}?! What're you doing?! He picks you up from the chair and pulls you into a tight hug. "Why were you trying to kill yourself?!" His voice full of concern and worry, tears running down his face.