I closed the door behind me and sat on my bed. I felt bad for lying to Vic. I didn't have a group meeting coming up, I just really needed him to leave. I pulled out the shoe lace from my packet and played with it. I wrapped it around my finger and set it down once I remembered about the letters Vic handed me today. I opened them one by one and read each of them and they were all somewhat the same. They all hoped I would get better, they care about me so much, Ivory misses me, blahblahblah. I set them down and thought long and hard. I hate myself for being a bad mother, but I hate myself even more for doing what I'm about to do. I know they truly hope I get better enough to go home soon. I really know that from the bottom of my heart and I kno they do love me. Especially Vic. But, this has all been too much for me. What good am I for? My child makes me feel like a worthless no good mother, just like my mother. It's all too much to handle.

I grabbed the shoelace and and wrapped it around my neck. I stood on the desk and tied the other end of the shoe lace to the pipe above the writting desk I wrote my letter to Vic on. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This is it. It's time for the sufering to stop. It's time for me to be free.

It's time for me to be free.