───── ❝ 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐢𝐬𝐡 ❞ ─────
It's the 21st of June, exactly midnight.
I closed my eyes as the cold breeze brushed through my skin. The light from the moon and the soft breeze of the wind made me feel a bit calmer.
"Avery, what are you doing up there?!" I looked back to see my best friend. She was looking at me, hesitating if she should take a step closer.
"I'm glad you made it in time." I smiled at her before looking back up at the moon. "The moon looks so beautiful tonight, don't you think so?"
"It is. Now get down from there before you fall off, please." She grabbed me by the wrist to pull me down, but I refused to move from my spot and took away my wrist from her.
She looked down at her hand, now filled with blood. "Why is there blood on your wrist?" tears started flowing down her cheeks as she looked back up at me.
"I'm sorry, but I already made my decision. I give up" I kept my eyes on the bright shining moon, not even glancing at my best friend.
She started sobbing. "No! You still have a lot of goals, remember? People who truly love you." she came a little closer. "Avery, you have so many things to be happy about, things you should fight for."
"I don't want good advice or reasons why I should be alright." I laughed sarcastically. "I'm tired. I give up. I just want to rest in peace, forever."
"Maybe we can still fix this. Come on, you know you can always open up to me right?" She tried to sound cheerful, but I still heard her voice crack.
"It's too late for opening up." A hint of anger was unintentionally shown in the tone of my voice.
"I tried opening up to you a lot of times. I texted you a million times hoping you could spare some time and listen."
A tear escaped my eyes, remembering how I felt so alone during those nights
"But whenever you respond it was just too late."
Her sobs got louder. It breaks my heart to see my best friend cry like this, but I made my decision.
"Avery, we can still fix it. Keep on fighting please, get down from there. I'm here now."
"Nothing you say will change my mind now. I'm sorry."
A moment of silence took over. Nobody spoke a single word. all I can hear was her sobs.
"You can't give up now it's your birthday remember?" she faked a little laugh to sound happy and positive.
Yes, it is my 17th birthday. I'm surprised that I made it this far. For the past five years, I have waited and wished for death to come knocking at my door.
But I'm tired of waiting, tired of everything.
"Avery, you should make a wish." I turned to her and smiled
"To die on my birthday is my birthday wish," I said, smiling at her . "so please let me just give up."
"Avery, please don't" she tried coming closer to me, but I was already at the edge of the cliff.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
It's the 21st of June exactly 3:08 am. My birthday wish came true.
