The afternoon fall sun shone on a lone figure hanging from a tree. A shortish young woman, no older than eighteen, hanging from a noose. Her pale, blue-gray eyes were staring down as the small curls of her shaggy blond hair hung out from under her beanie and into her face.
"...Someone gonna let me down?" She asked as she looked around.
Lucile, a frightfully out there young woman, was rather bored with her life. She was always very strange in how she questioned everything in her life, to the point of annoyance for anyone else. She always had a rather...strange view on how to live her life. When some girls came over to her house to try and bully her a good two years back, they found her standing by the wood chipper with red, pulpy gunk flying out. Those girls never bothered her again, leaving Lucile to laugh as she tossed another watermelon inside the chipper.
She lived alone, what became of her parents no one knows. Each time she answered it was a different story, her father vanished into the ether during a trip to Las Vegas, her mother died playing Russian Roulette because she thought she won, but the safety had been turned on, they both moved to Canada to escape the IRS...always something strange.
Lucile struggled, kicking her legs as wind blew through the rips in her black jeans while gripping the head of the noose.
She wanted to see what it would be like to try and kill herself, what it would feel like to people who didn't want to live anymore.
The branch above broke, and the skinny young woman fell, hitting her back on a cluster of tree branches, groaning as she lay on the ground.
Suicide was far too painful for her taste.
Laying on the ground pitifully for about two and a half minutes before she brought herself up to her legs, clutching her back with one hand as she readjusted herself.
"Maybe not my best choice to pass time." She groaned as she reached for a Hershey bar she kept in her front pants pocket that, thankfully, had not broken or crumbled on impact.
She took a bite, looking up into the early afternoon sky with her bored, dull blue eyes.
"Well I don't have time to kill myself, but I have time to kill" She said to herself with a straight face, taking another bite of her candy bar.
"Could always just go for a walk, see what happens." She said to herself aloud with a mouth full of chocolate. "Not like anything weird's gonna happen to me or anything really eventful in my book."
She carelessly tossed part of the ripped-off wrapper aside as she walked passed a taxi that had crashed into a 1970's Lincoln.
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