Death Is The Sweetest Love Story

IF YOU GO DOWN TO THE WOODS TODAY

My feet thudded against the ground as I ran. Ran down the twisted roads that lead into the middle of nowhere. That is where I wanted to be. Nowhere. So, I carried on. Heart thumping, begging it would stop. I could smell the trees as I got closer to the edge of Hillbrook Woods. If I went there no one could find me. What a mystery? An idealistic death, one where it would be a great search, one to wind up the world. Either that or no one would care. But I kept running on.

I slowed my pace as I got towards the tallest tree. The one with the ladder we had made. It was mine and Evans's tree. It's where we had our first date, our first kiss, our first I love yous, our first adventure. And it's where I would establish the end. At the end of the final chapter, time to close the book. I looked up, squinting as the rain blurred my vision. The tree loomed over me almost as if it were making fun of me. Making fun of me for falling for all the games Evan played with me. I brushed my soft fingertips against the coarse bark of the tall pine tree. My fingertips encountered the ladder. A tear rolled down my cheek. I was ready.

The wind howled around me as I reached just past a quarter way. A bit further and I could leave. Leave these past years behind me. gone. Gone like a shadow when the darkness comes, you know they were there, but you can't see them anymore. My hands and feet were moving at a fast pace now, eager to become that shadow. I was a shadow to Evan now I think about it. Always attached to him always being there but never really acknowledged.

Blisters had formed on my hands, and a few had begun to bleed. I was almost halfway then id jump. A part of me didn't want to. It was the part that was still hoping Evan hadn't thrown me out or cheated on me from the start. Those thoughts were thrown aside. I needed this. There's no other option. My footing was beginning to slip due to the rain pelting down at me. I turned around gripping tightly to the ladder. I took a deep breath. The ground was visible, and I started to wonder whether I was high enough. I began to cry again. Salty tears and rain began to mix on my upper lip as I thought over everything that happened. Holding tightly, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket. 30 messages and 25 more missed calls from mum. 2 missed calls from Evan. I called him back. BEEP BEEP. BEEP BEEP. The sound crowded my head as I waited for an answer. "Ciara? Where the hell are you? Your mum is worrying and all your shit is still on my front garden."

That Bastard.

"Fuck off Evan I've had enough, goodbye you cheating shithole" and with that, I ended the call, threw the phone, took another deep breath, and jumped. I shut the book; the story was over. Or so I thought.