MomentsA Story by Eli BlayzeSitting on a ledge with nothing to live for
"Have you ever seen such a beautiful sight?" I ask out loud to anyone, anything, any God listening. I shake my head, of course not. No one is going to answer. No one ever answers. My prayers fell on deaf ears, my cries hit a brick wall. No one was ever there. But why would I ever blame anyone else for my incompetence? That's not the kind of person I was raised to me.
I chuckle at the thought, "Yeah because I was raised so well huh?" The sun is slowly raising, casting a yellowish orange glow over the water. Everything is silent except for my labored breathing. This is it. It's really happening. Funny, how when your mind is made up it finally tries to change itself. "It'll get better, please keep holding on." Well brain. I have news for you, nothing can bring her back. Nothing can bring them back. I can't hold on. My legs are dangling over the ledge. All I have to do is jump. Just scoot my bottom closer to the edge and let go. "Just let go!!" I scream to whoever will listen. Why can't I let go? I have nothing. No one. Why can't I just do it? I take my phone out, it's just 530 in the morning. No one would realize I wasn't around until I don't show up for work at 7. Even still, it wouldn't be anything unusual for an employee not to show up for work. I lift one hand up, this is it. I've lived my life. I am ready. Focusing on my heartbeat, waiting for the right moment, until I felt something wet and cold on my arm, and a small bark. A dog nudges me and whimpers. "hey little buddy, you're all alone too?" I pet him, and suddenly I don't feel so alone anymore. "Let's go get you some food huh?" © 2016 Eli Blayze |
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2 Reviews Added on May 3, 2016 Last Updated on May 3, 2016 Tags: Depression, suicide, trigger warnings AuthorEli BlayzePittsburgh , PAAboutHey there! Thank you for stopping by! I am just an unknown aspiring author who. Barely gets time to write anymore. I used to post on this site in high school. It’s crazy to look back and bar.. more..Writing
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