You sit on the floor in the middle of the room, legs crossed. Your
hands are wrapped around your neck, your palms pressed against
your skin. The tips of your middle fingers touch, together pressing
into the small space between two vertebrae of your spine. On both
hands, the bone that stretches from your smallest finger to your
wrist is nestled under either side of your jaw, extending your neck,
pushing your face toward the ceiling.

'Snob,' hisses the voice in your head, repeating someone else's word
for you. You swallow, and draw a sharp breath.

'Ignore it,' whispers the other voice. This one doesn't speak as often
as the other; you wish it would.

Oh well.

Your thumbs have found the depression at the intersection of your
collarbones, where your oesophagus disappears beneath your
sternum. Your thumbs press into your throat, lightly at first;
tentative. You feel the contractions of your muscles under your touch;
you rock back and forth ever so slightly in time to your pulse. The
pressure becomes more noticeable as you put some strength into it.

Your breath rasps now, like a diver breathing through his oxygen
tank. You blink against the darkness, temporarily blocking out the
pale outlines of various objects in the room. You want to cough, but
you force yourself to hold the pressure.

Tears well in your eyes. You don't know if it's from the tickle in your
throat or the fear of what you're doing. Still, you push harder. Your
breath whistles now, fighting to get through.

You dig your thumbs in farther, until you feel the resistance of the
other side of your windpipe. The joints in your fingers ache from the
pressure. Your vision swims, fading the semi-darkness to black. Your
pulse quickens under your fingertips, and your head throbs along
with it. Your lungs scream, but you ignore them. After all, so many
people have ignored your screams in the past.

Your chest convulses, trying to suck in air. But this is the moment
you've been waiting for; your escape. This is when you get to leave
the world for a little while. You can stop thinking. You can ignore
reality. Some say that you should try sleeping instead, since it's
essentially the same thing. But sleep takes its time to overwhelm
you, allowing you too many hours of silence to fill with thoughts.

Finally, you can't keep your eyes open anymore; you can't deny
yourself breath any longer. A peaceful tingling surges through your
nerves before you collapse onto your side like a ragdoll, unconscious.

A/N: This was something that was in the news a while ago. I know
that the media was reporting teens doing this to get high, but I
looked for another possibility, and found this.
Critisism greatly appreciated. =)