It wasn't as though she'd given up on living; it was more like life had given up on her. Katie drummed her fingers on the chipped Formica table top as she mulled over her options.
Drowning in her own cramped bathtub just seemed ridiculous. She could barely fit in it properly to take a bath, so no one would believe she had drowned in it by accident. Aside from the implausibility, there was also the issue of when she would be found, and by whom. With her luck, it would be her father, no sooner than three days later, and not even in death could Katie escape the mortification of that.
Shooting herself would also be out of the question as she didn't have the steadiest hand. She feared this fact would lead her to botch the job, somehow survive, and live as an invalid for the rest of her miserable life. The same outcome could be predicted for any other physical trauma such as jumping off a building or throwing herself in front of any moving vehicle because it was obvious that the universe really hated her that much.
Clearly, she would just have to keep trudging along, hoping for the best. Pushing back from the table, Katie headed to bed, not realizing her choice to live would be the catalyst to changing everything.
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