An oval-shaped shadow appears upon the floor-

Faint, but apparent.

The air around me in my room turns cold,

Oddly cold,

 Too cold…

A shiver runs through my numb body.

An unwanted feeling invades my heart;

Leading me towards the stool in front of my feet. 

The feeling that cannot be erased corrupts my soul.

Flashbacks of trauma hit me like a bullet.

I wince at the thought as I finally step on the stool.

A final, long breath,

Is the last thing emitted from my mouth,

Before I put the rope around my neck and let myself go.

I was the shortest person among my friends,

But with me hanging,

Who's the short one now?