I wrote this for Cal's Song Inspiration Contest, and the song this is inspired by is Cyanide Sweet Tooth Suicide, by Shinedown, and the word it relates to is tragedy. It's pretty short, but here goes.
The room looked so much bigger from this angle. True, she was only a few feet off the ground, but those few feet made the shabby couch look even shabbier, provided an excellent view of the stained carpet, and threw the sticky, dust-and-dish covered counters into sharp relief. And suddenly, seeing the three-room apartment in all of its dingy glory, Sarah felt a small bit of confirmation in her choice. Amongst everything else, this was no quality of life to have to deal with.
The rope was cutting into Sarah’s neck. She wondered vaguely if she had tied the piece-of-crap-$1-a-yard-bargain-store cord tight enough, but figured it didn’t matter too much. She ran her fingers over the rough fibers, imagining how it would look when her mother found her (it was unlikely her mom would ever notice, because she was constantly drunk), or, more probably, when Jared found her. She supposed it would be a rather frightful scene, what with her gothic look and the gruesome calamity of the situation, but tragedy had always fascinated her. And this would most definitely be tragic.
It was at that moment that she heard the sound of heavy breathing and pounding footsteps as someone ran up the stairs that led to her apartment.
“SARAH!” A deep, raspy voice called. Jared. Sarah heard him try to open the door, but she had locked it. He beat his fists against it, making quite a racket. “Sarah, come out! I know you’re in there! What you saw just now was nothing, nothing! I LOVE YOU! Please, don’t do anything. It’s not worth it!” His pathetic excuses and feeble attempt at seeming amorous made Sarah smile sadistically. This would be even more tragic now that he was here, although it did surprise her that he had found her note so quickly.
“Jared, don’t make yourself into a fool in front of the neighbors. There are enough people who think you are an asshole as it is,” Sarah lightly called out. The banging against the door stopped. “You never loved me, you never will. Lie all you want, because it doesn’t matter anymore.”
“Saaaraaaaaaah!” Jared shouted, his voice edging on hysteria. Sarah smiled. This would be such a great ending to this little story, the story of her and Jared’s short, phony romance. Not only would she be able to escape the wretched life that she was pinned in, but she would also be able to leave behind an interesting story to tell. “I’m sorry, Sarah! Please, don’t do it!” He choked on the last words, presumably because of tears.
There would be no happily ever after for Sarah. Instead, there would be a resounding…
“The End.” Sarah kicked off of the stool.
