Arpan

  He pulled the chair to the center of the room. A loop of rope hung from the ceiling fan. The loop passed through his head until it wrapped perfectly around his neck. Then he kicked the chair away. The rope around his neck tightened. His body struggled as his lungs gasped for air. His eyes saw the room becoming darker. He felt like his face was going to explode. As he suffered, all he saw was the living room door. There was no bang on it. Nobody came for him. Until he took the final gasp for ai...