Since I was a child, the word "useless" and "loser" had always followed me.
My mother was a kind and loving mother outside, but a cold demon at home.
I was bullied by a classmate, but instead of helping me, she asked me to apologize to the bully.
I attempted suicide due to depression, but she said I was acting.
I took a leave of absence from campus to recuperate at home, but she said she would bring bad luck to my younger brother.
My parents advised me to go to campus, but I refused.
The dean and the head of department also came to persuade me to go to campus, but I refused.
Now, my mother called my three uncles over. They said I was being pretentious and insisted on giving me a severe lesson.
Everyone came to force me, but no one asked me why I committed suicide and why I came to this point today.
The bullies broke two of my ribs and they still hurt. Now that I was hung upside down, the pain in my chest was even worse.
I was not afraid of death, I just did not want to die so painfully, could they let me die quickly?
Suddenly my eyes went dark and I could not see anything at all.
A suffocating feeling came towards me.
I suddenly felt a bit scared.