(The author did not wish to be credited)
((by anonymous))
It was the day to do it. I grabbed my hand saw I bought the other day included with some hooks, and I walked into the perfect room. It was a baby pink colour, with a cute little rug that had the abc’s on it, sitting in the middle of the room; a chair lays ontop of it. The lighting was just right, the sun flaming through the blinds. I have been preparing this for a while now.
I fix my white flowy dress as I stand on the chair and put the hooks in the ceiling. I then smile, admiring the sight, adrenaline hitting me when I hurried to sit on the chair. I grabbed my hand saw, and I pulled my dress up to just above my knee. I then looked at my legs a last time before sawing my legs off almost immediately. I smile, the pain is filtered. I watch as the blood flows onto the ground.
My legs end up being fully sawed off. I smile at what I have just done. I prepare myself to hang my skin onto the hooks I have previously prepared. I smile when I am upside down. I slowly then start cutting my face off. I now could barely see, but I enjoyed every bit. When I had finally cut my full face off, I threw it onto the wall. It stuck there, I smiled, for what I could, and slowly died.
Then I died.
