Leaving Stones Part 1

Leaving stones: Chapter 1

I put on a suede boot which is the only pair of shoes I own ever since I moved down here. I can see dusts lying on top of it, so I tried to move around. I took my most favorite leather coat in the world, which I possessed it with my dear heart and opened the door of my apartment.

I put my cold-shaking hands into the pocket of my coat and passed a few neighbours living next door to me. I smiled an insincere smile and looked down as I pass along few doors before going down to the lobby. I passed by what seems like millions of unwanted doors, people shouting towards each other, children crying, young couples making out, but I felt nothing.

I finally reach the main exit and exited the building. There was no traffic so I just walk across to the other side of the road and go to where I feel like I really need to go. A place so peaceful and beautiful, it's perfect, I always thought.

I sit there by the lake. I could hear the wind brushing the soft hairs on the skin of my ears. I took a deep breath of the cold Wyoming air. I slowly dip my legs in it. I could see my reflection in it but couldn't see the bottom of the lake. "Bet its deep." I mumbled through my breath as I pant and shiver. I push my body lower and lower by the second. Finally, I suck the last bit of air I will ever take on earth.

This is the end of me. I have nobody anyway. There's nothing left for me anymore. This is me giving up but I don't care because nobody cares. Everything I ever loved, I wanted, I cherished is taken away from me and is beyond my reach. Everyone seems to be leaving. So I thought this is better, it's better in the long run that never ends. The continuation of my journey for what life gets to offer is done. There's nothing left on the plate.

I held my breath, trying not to depend on air anymore. I can feel my lungs basically asking for help; asking for life and I tried hard not to let them. Once I open my mouth due to the reflex action of a human being without having oxygen for a few seconds of their life in their lungs, water rushes into my throat then into my lungs.