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Ben tugged on the rope, he knew it would hold. The rope Ben had yanked is connected to a large boulder near a ledge on a mountain. He was alone, just as he had hoped. Isolation is all he had been feeling for the past few months, so he chose to enjoy nature as a final ironic penance. For you see, Ben had continually become slothful until he refused to leave his room. Ben followed the rope to the second end incessantly giving tugs to make sure the rope would hold, even though he knew it would. On the free side of the rope a noose awaited. Ben placed it around his neck and jumped off the edge. There was no crack. Ben was hanging off the side of a mountain without the ability to climb up to the ledge. This was not how he wanted things to end, he wanted the neck to break allowing a painless death. Now, Ben is dangling off the side of a mountain until he slowly decays into death.
Ben realized suicide was inevitable when he began destroying all his friendships. For as long as Ben has been acclimated with people he has been hated. This was true until recently. Barely two months ago Ben had found a way to gain friends, something he had never truly had. There was a month of pure ecstasy: there was never more than a momentary flicker of sadness. This all came crashing down as Ben's anxiety forced him to begin isolating people. He slowly stopped talking to people, even avoided phone calls. There were times when Ben had to find ways to make people never try and call him again. He was alone, isolated once again. This time it was different, he knew isolation wasn't the life for him, but he could not return to his friends since he made sure he had no friends. Now he is waiting, alone once again. He is waiting for what he knows will inevitably come. His painful comeuppance will remain his last memories: alone after he threw it all away.
Ben realized suicide was inevitable when he began destroying all his friendships. For as long as Ben has been acclimated with people he has been hated. This was true until recently. Barely two months ago Ben had found a way to gain friends, something he had never truly had. There was a month of pure ecstasy: there was never more than a momentary flicker of sadness. This all came crashing down as Ben's anxiety forced him to begin isolating people. He slowly stopped talking to people, even avoided phone calls. There were times when Ben had to find ways to make people never try and call him again. He was alone, isolated once again. This time it was different, he knew isolation wasn't the life for him, but he could not return to his friends since he made sure he had no friends. Now he is waiting, alone once again. He is waiting for what he knows will inevitably come. His painful comeuppance will remain his last memories: alone after he threw it all away.