Marnie stood on the stool in the center of the circle, the noose sat on her shoulders. She looked around her room one last time, remembering everything that had happened to her here. Her first actual, heartfelt l kiss with Jerry. Her first Horror movie. The times she spent with Kyle. Her bean bag where she did homework. Around the bottom of the stool was a ring of flowers, pretty and fragile and gold. To the right of her were some seashells and lit candles, who's familiar aroma of sea salt filled the air and made Marnie feel good. "I'll finally be with my mother," she thought, as she put a small folded piece of paper into her pocket. To her left was all her diaries and some old drawings; she figured that whoever found her might want them. In front of her was a plate of jewelry with a sticky note that said, "Here, Kopi and Angel and Hera. Have the jewelry I stole from you a few years ago." Marnie took a deep breath, and whispered though her tears, "I lived an okay life. But I can't bear to live with this pai