Drill # 3 (Beyond)

"What a perfect place to die", she whispers to herself as she sits 100 ft above ground, in a run-down, forgotten building. 

Just an hour ago, she was a beautiful, radiant girl who had her whole life ahead of her - or so they thought. 

She had always been the happy one. The caring one. The one who made everyone's day a little bit brighter by being around. And yet, she plans to take that away soon.

She takes out a rusting blade from her purse. It had blood stains on it as if it was not the first time that it had been used. She doesn't even blink as she cuts away through her porcelain skin. She is beyond pain now. 

"How I wish I could feel it again one last time" she says, as she continues to deepen the cut. 

She lets out a gasp and flinches. Finally, she felt the pain. She smiled as the feeling courses through her body and her blood drips down. She opens an old notebook with her name embedded on it, and stared at a tear-stained page. 

The words were barely readable, smudged from the wet tears that have obviously poured over many times. She stared at it as if she was seeing things unfold behind her eyes. Pain and anguish flashed across her face, more so than the pain she felt when she was cutting herself and she found herself reaching out again for the blood-stained blade. 

"Why couldn't it this be easy? With just one sweep of the hand, I could erase everything" she cried as she opens her skin once again. 

The sun had already started to set as she finally let go of the bloodied weapon, and her eyes focused on the dimming golden bright. 

"Maybe I could end it. Maybe I should end it", she kept repeating to her now ashen-white self. 

She tried to look down, but ironically, she felt nauseous at the thought of her mangled body that would soon be covered with rubble.

"I wish I could be like this run-down building. I wish I could just be forgotten" , she sighed. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A powerful short story. You create desperate situation and strong character. I liked her internal thoughts and struggle to do the deed.
"I wish I could be like this run-down building. I wish I could just be forgotten" , she sighed. "
A well written story and you left a open ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent story.
Coyote

[Carissa Marie]

Thanks for reading. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.