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“Well, you wanted that gem…” a gruff voice said from the other side of the rickety door, “I’ll let you keep it for an hour.” it snickered.
The ramshackle door flew open and two bodies were tossed inside followed by a sapphire blue gem. The four legged figure placed an hourglass down on the stone floor and walked out the door. Shutting it and putting a large timber across it’s outer frame.
Daring thought of how to get out of this. her wings had been taped to her torso, forehooves wrapped in tape as well, leaving her unable to operate anything she could reach. To make matters worse, her companion, a mare by the name of Rarity was bound as well, with a studding ring over her horn to prevent the use of magic.
That wasn’t the worst part. A thick plastic bag had been belted quite tight around both of their heads, putting a deadly timer on escape. Daring wasn’t sure she’d be able to get out of this. She controlled her breathing as the plastic echoed in her ears, slow and steady as she sucked in the bag to her muzzle and began to nibble at it, trying to get a hole in the barrier to get more time.
Rarity was screaming, the harsh eardrum assault in the small room was too much to bear. If she didn’t stop, she would pass out in a few minutes.
Ignoring the panicking mare, she stretched a rear hoof up to the collar to see if she could dislodge it. Upon a slow inspection, she found it quite tight and felt what was a lock through the toggle bars. Buck. Moving her hooves in the tape binding provided no help either.
Rarity had been thrashing on the floor, her screaming stopped, replaced with a deep chested heaving, starving for air that had all been used up. Daring wasn’t faring well either, her air was becoming thin. Being able to fly was a blessing, she was used to a thinner atmosphere, allowing her to fair better in this situation. But even she was working against the clock.
Rarity was the key, while she had them hunting the gem laying at the base of the door, she was also the way out.
“Rarity,” She said softly into her ear, the voice coming through the bag quite muffled. “I need you to stay calm.”
The unicorn was wide eyed and sucking the bag into her muzzle trying to get at the air just a few millimeters away. Her face was a pale blue already, her eyes seemed glazed over and staring into the abyss.
“I need to get that studding off your horn, then you need to get the key from the hourglass and unlock yourself. Do you…” Daring paused as her vision started to haze over, “Understand?”
Rarity gasped, unable to say anything but she nodded lightly. She needed more time as her breath was growing shallower by the second.
Daring bent over her friend and grasped the tail end of the collar. She pulled hard, placing her hoof against he shoulder. She tugged at the belt and slowly worked her hoof under it.
Black spots started to appear across her vision and her chest began to heave heavier. Rarity was kicking her rear hooves as she began to slip into unconsciousness.
Her persistence paid off, she felt a rush of air past her hoof and into the bag Rarity was being suffocated by. In a minute she would recover, but it wasn’t enough. With her other free rear hoof she brought the hourglass over.
Daring was nodding off, her head becoming numb and fuzzy.
“Sorry… about this.” she wheezed and placed the hourglass under Rarity’s limp head and then fell over onto her, smashing the glass.
Shards of thick curved glass bit into the bag and sliced it open, along with ribbons of her hair and into her cheek. Daring then moved to the front of the mare and bit down on the ring through the bag. She managed to work it off and it slid from the opened bag to the floor.
That was all Daring could do. She had been fighting off the darkness for too long. Her body stopped responding and slumped over. At least she gave Rarity a chance. Hopefully she was going to come around before it was too late.
Blackness took her.
The ramshackle door flew open and two bodies were tossed inside followed by a sapphire blue gem. The four legged figure placed an hourglass down on the stone floor and walked out the door. Shutting it and putting a large timber across it’s outer frame.
Daring thought of how to get out of this. her wings had been taped to her torso, forehooves wrapped in tape as well, leaving her unable to operate anything she could reach. To make matters worse, her companion, a mare by the name of Rarity was bound as well, with a studding ring over her horn to prevent the use of magic.
That wasn’t the worst part. A thick plastic bag had been belted quite tight around both of their heads, putting a deadly timer on escape. Daring wasn’t sure she’d be able to get out of this. She controlled her breathing as the plastic echoed in her ears, slow and steady as she sucked in the bag to her muzzle and began to nibble at it, trying to get a hole in the barrier to get more time.
Rarity was screaming, the harsh eardrum assault in the small room was too much to bear. If she didn’t stop, she would pass out in a few minutes.
Ignoring the panicking mare, she stretched a rear hoof up to the collar to see if she could dislodge it. Upon a slow inspection, she found it quite tight and felt what was a lock through the toggle bars. Buck. Moving her hooves in the tape binding provided no help either.
Rarity had been thrashing on the floor, her screaming stopped, replaced with a deep chested heaving, starving for air that had all been used up. Daring wasn’t faring well either, her air was becoming thin. Being able to fly was a blessing, she was used to a thinner atmosphere, allowing her to fair better in this situation. But even she was working against the clock.
Rarity was the key, while she had them hunting the gem laying at the base of the door, she was also the way out.
“Rarity,” She said softly into her ear, the voice coming through the bag quite muffled. “I need you to stay calm.”
The unicorn was wide eyed and sucking the bag into her muzzle trying to get at the air just a few millimeters away. Her face was a pale blue already, her eyes seemed glazed over and staring into the abyss.
“I need to get that studding off your horn, then you need to get the key from the hourglass and unlock yourself. Do you…” Daring paused as her vision started to haze over, “Understand?”
Rarity gasped, unable to say anything but she nodded lightly. She needed more time as her breath was growing shallower by the second.
Daring bent over her friend and grasped the tail end of the collar. She pulled hard, placing her hoof against he shoulder. She tugged at the belt and slowly worked her hoof under it.
Black spots started to appear across her vision and her chest began to heave heavier. Rarity was kicking her rear hooves as she began to slip into unconsciousness.
Her persistence paid off, she felt a rush of air past her hoof and into the bag Rarity was being suffocated by. In a minute she would recover, but it wasn’t enough. With her other free rear hoof she brought the hourglass over.
Daring was nodding off, her head becoming numb and fuzzy.
“Sorry… about this.” she wheezed and placed the hourglass under Rarity’s limp head and then fell over onto her, smashing the glass.
Shards of thick curved glass bit into the bag and sliced it open, along with ribbons of her hair and into her cheek. Daring then moved to the front of the mare and bit down on the ring through the bag. She managed to work it off and it slid from the opened bag to the floor.
That was all Daring could do. She had been fighting off the darkness for too long. Her body stopped responding and slumped over. At least she gave Rarity a chance. Hopefully she was going to come around before it was too late.
Blackness took her.
Then she was cold. Comparably colder than a thick hazy fog that had been floating around her head. Colder than the fire that had burnt her lungs to a crisp so long ago. It was a good cold. She didn’t know why. She didn’t know where she was or why she was sleeping.
“Miss Do!” a voice whispered harshly into her skull. “I think they are coming back.”
It was Rarity.
Crisis averted.
Fuck that shit. Religion is a load of bull designed to get money to whoever is in charge, it’s just more pronounced in sects, not help people. Faith I could get behind, but it won’t help with regret.
>Just remember some people want you to succeed and pull through, even if only a few strangers on the internet rooting for you.
Oh, and I have spite to help with that.
Well, you know, I’ve recently been hospitalized with things that have taught me new depths of human suffering I never before could have even imagined.
But as bad as it was, it was temporary. Life is always guaranteed to change, and along with that comes the reality that things will change. Just don’t throw away that Bentley just because it’s dirty and needs a deep clean.
And yeah, it is more of an emotional thing than a logical one, but logic can help at least a little. Just remember some people want you to succeed and pull through, even if only a few strangers on the internet rooting for you.
You can pull through on top, though. Don’t give up.
Ever consider religion? That really helps some people with regrets.
>Sure, sometimes the majority can be wrong, but most of the time, and in this case, people are largely unanimous because it is a bad idea.
Ever met people who can be told by 99 others something is a bad idea, only to do it anyway when the 100th agrees with them? Same principle. Logic has nothing to do with this.
>Who’s to say the afterlife is any better, anyways? I’d wager it likely you’d just regret not fixing the problem while alive.
Nobody has returned (well, with memories of it, at least) to tell. And I’d wager that afterlife would have a whole different set of problems instead.
And I have so much regret already adding some more won’t do anything. Sadly, not enough to build a fortress out of them, but I’m striving to achieve that.
Well, just let me finish saying that it’s not jealousy. Sure, sometimes the majority can be wrong, but most of the time, and in this case, people are largely unanimous because it is a bad idea. Hardly anything in life is really permanent. You wouldn’t demolish a $250,000 sports car because it’s gotten really dirty. However hard cleaning it may be it’d be worth it over destroying it.
Who’s to say the afterlife is any better, anyways? I’d wager it likely you’d just regret not fixing the problem while alive.
And the reason is jealousy. Nah mate, logic has nothing to do with suicidality.
You know, you’re probably really used to people telling you not to, because they probably do a lot, and I could just echo that, but instead I’ll say, you should probably take note of the fact that most people say not to. There’s a reason most people do that.
>You can’t enforce your death. To a 90% chance you’re going to survive whatever you do to yourself. And the leftover 10% = You’ll be found and rescued.
Which doesn’t change that maybe it will, in fact, be my time to die and reality won’t resist.
>But in reality you just sign your death contract by eating up the sorrow inside.
Which sounds preferable to inability to ‘just’ get up and do something - be it getting a job and working, or getting a psych ward visit.
It is your mindset.
You might think talking to others about it is only going to make it worse. But in reality you just sign your death contract by eating up the sorrow inside. Basically you need to “Let it Go”.
I can only hope you people are not going to try anything stupid like myself. You can’t enforce your death. To a 90% chance you’re going to survive whatever you do to yourself. And the leftover 10% = You’ll be found and rescued.
The shame to talk about it will hurt much less than dying.
>i learnt to deal with these kind of things
Oh? Is it something that can only be learnt in person, or can it be taught by messages on nigh-anonymous image board? (Admins seeing all and personal choices to give or withold information notwithstanding)
I’m currently having an apprenticeship in a printhouse.
Most people, except 3-4 of them who actually like me, are pure horror to work with.
Sadly my boss doesn’t really care what i tell him. All he cares about is high numbers on my producing sheet and that’s basically it.
While i was at the mental ward after my failed attempt i learnt to deal with these kind of things. But it still is stressful to work with people who stab you in the back just because they don’t like you.
I’ve checked up on Wikipedia and the funny thing is, human bodies detect need to breathe not by low oxygen, but by too much CO2. As long as you can exhale it or the levels of it stay normal, you won’t feel asphyxiation - even if you’re running out of oxygen.
Thus any noble gas can be used for painless suffocation. And it also means that if someone manages to create metabolic rebreathers people will adapt to them very, very quickly.
@Gladanos
And what’s the job so that pay is big, but you’re interacting with
peopleassholes?I still live with my parents and i will make it stay that way for as long as possible. I do have a wonderful job. Little work, big pay. The only hard thing to handle there is the bullying and nobody is taking me serious there. That’s what got me into that shitty idea of killing myself. I kinda got used to it by now.
Sadly, humans exhale carbon _di_oxide, and body therefore should detect its presence and panic (with the associated pain) just fine.
Also, were you self-sustaining when you’ve attempted second suicide? I.e. working and getting enough pay for shelter, food, and other necessities?
Would take em about two minutes or so that they could be spending getting all up in arms about something that is just a fetish or fictional situation
Nope, they certainly don’t.
Thank you buddy.
Well, it seems like quite a change, and a very good one, from your previous disposition. Just wanted to say congrats.
Are you kidding me? Of course i am.
Your last paragraph would seem to indicate that you’re now against suicide?
Apparently nopony reads the excerpts here….
@UrbanMysticDee
@Pendejo
I tried to kill myself twice.
The 1st attempt was sleeping pills mixed with a bottle of Wodka. The whole night i had hallucinations my heart was pounding and i was sweating like i never did before. I woke up the next morning with the biggest hangover of my life. A huge fail and was somewhat painful.
The 2nd attempt, however, would have worked if i was found only 10 minutes later, so the doctors said atleast. Letting a good amount of charcoal burn out and then put yourself into an enclosed room without any air exchange. I sat there for 2 hours cuddling with my plushies, hoping i’d wake up with them in another life. I woke up in the middle of the night, tied down to a hospital rag having a damn tube inside my lungs. 4 days in the intensive care unit until i was somewhat stable. After that straight to the mental ward and therapy for a week. I felt like a newborn!
Woopsie somewhat lost track of the topic here.
Anyways, that 2nd method with carbon monoxide poisoning was painless. You just sit there and suddenly pass out, no pain, no nothing.
Suicide is all about planning ahead. If my parents didn’t know me in and out i would have died that evening.
I just hope that no one ever tries to kill themselves over little mishaps in their lifes. There is so much to live and to fight for. Watch some damn ponies if you feel down!