Falling down

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A short story about how someone might experience committing suicide

Submitted: February 17, 2018

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I'm standing near the edge of the abyss. I look down, but see nothing. Only an endless void. Or so it seems

"There must be something down there" I think. "Something I can't yet see". I'm curious. I want to see

I step closer, I sit down. My legs are hanging over the edge. I want to go. I want to see. I hear it. I feel it. I want to know what's at the bottom. I want to know what is waiting for me

Then something comes to my mind. Do I really want to go? Do I really want to give in? Can I do that? Can I leave everyone behind?

I start to doubt myself. I don't know. Should I go? I can't tell

I'm still sitting there, with my legs hanging over the edge. Do I want to go? Yes, I think so. I stand up again. I look down, but see nothing. It is welcoming me. I feel calm and safe

I walk toward the void. My foot crosses the line. I pause. Just one moor step. Is it really what I want?

The silence, the darkness, the nothingness, it is so appealing

With one foot over the edge, the other still on solid ground, I make my decision

I let myself fall. The darkness surrounds me. It feels safe

I fall. I keep falling. It's a nice feeling. It is calming

 

Just before I hit the ground, I regret everything I have done. But there is no back now

Just before I hit the ground, I want to live. But it is too late now

 

Just before I hit the ground, I accept my fate

I hit the ground with a faint smile

I hit the ground and I cease to exist


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