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On her way to the restroom, a group of male students grabbed her and held her captive in a janitor's closet. They teased her, fondled her and raped her. The punks taped the savage ordeal and took photos. They told Imogen that if she reported them to the authorities they would post nude photos of her on the web and brand her as a whore. They also threaten to slowly torture and murder her father. Imogen said nothing about the rape. It wasn't their threats that kept her quiet it was the reality of what her father would do to them if he found out. She knew his volatile temper. He would castrate and eviscerate them and would gladly go to prison for it.

Several weeks had passed since the gang rape. Not telling anyone about what happened is killing her soul. She can't eat or sleep. Her waking moments are spent reliving the horror of her attack. To pour salt on a gaping wound, her rapists pass by her everyday in school acting as if nothing happened, having the time of their lives. It's all just too much to take. So she decided on her birthday to end it all. She would've killed herself on that day but she wanted to have one more special day with her father. They went out to Six Flags and later at her favorite restaurant. Her father gave her a top of the line Canon SLR along with an extra lens for her birthday. He had spent months saving up for it.

Imogen tears up writing the last words of her suicide note:" I am so sorry Daddy. I'm sorry that I wasn't strong enough. I' m sorry that I can't take the pain anymore. I wish I could've been the daughter you always wanted. I wish I could've made you proud. See you in Heaven. Good-bye"

Imogen places the note on her bed next to her stuff animals. She holds an 8x10 photo of her and her father taken four and half years ago at Coney Island. The photo was taken by her mother who tragically passed away the following year. She had never been happier than in this wonderful moment frozen in time. The picture and the memories attached to it level her.

She desperately wishes she could tell her father farewell face to face. She prays he'll forgive her. Imogen takes a deep, deep breath and readies herself for what she feels she must do.

Imogen pulls out a heavy duty extension cord and ties it into a noose. She gives the noose a hard tug to test its strength - it passes. Imogen secures the noose to something sturdy up above and then brings a small ladder right below it. The gallows is complete.

Death by hanging is definitely not Imogen's preferred way of dying. She researched the effects of what happens to a body after hanging, it scares her. Hanging can be a long and excruciating demise if things go wrong. She prays for a quick death.

Imogen turns on her sound dock and plays her favorite song – U2's" Sometimes You Can't Make On Your Own." Her eyes well up with tears as she slowly makes her way to the gallows.

Imogen's heart begins beating very rapidly. The pounding is so overwhelming she can hardly think. Crashing waves of despair slam into her each wave more crushing than the last. She tells herself this will be all over in just a few moments. Eternal peace is soon at hand. She wonders if she will meet her mother in heaven.

Imogen takes her first hesitant step up the short ladder. A blistering chill races down her spine when she stares up at the noose. She breathes deep and continues to take hesitant steps to the top.

The noose and Imogen are eye to eye. The weight of hopelessness in her stomach has gotten heavier by a million fold. Despite a growing cluster of doubts gnawing at her, Imogen proceeds to wrap the noose around her neck. Suddenly, Imogen's breathing becomes labored. Tears start to fall. Her hard breathing quickly gives way to hyperventilation.

A flood of wonderful memories with her mom and dad rushes her head. Flashes of hope go through her heart. Guilty thoughts of abandoning her father eat at her soul. Flashbacks of the rape claw at her, as does the mocking and taunts of her tormentors. This tsunami of memories and emotions are unbearable.

Imogen violently shakes her sobbing head and wails. Then the pain stops. She took the plunge. The once loose noose instantly tightens around her throat. Her arms and legs flail helplessly. The oxygen to her brain thins out. Urine and fecal matter are expelled. The color quickly fades from her contorted face. The extension cord mercilessly digs into her flesh. She had hope death would be quick but he's not letting her off that easy. Imogen's struggling body continues to suffer under the unforgiving grip of the noose. She suffers and suffers until her body can suffer no more. Imogen is dead.

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