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"I'm sorry.
I just have to do it. I need to do this.
Niall. I think you deserve an explanation even though we scarcely know each other. Also because you almost gave me a ray of hope for like a couple of days.
Death can sometimes be delayed, but one can never hide from it.
You helped me in delaying my death. But now my time has come.
You must be thinking why I took such a drastic step. You must be thinking that I was out of my mind. That my problems were not big enough to leave such a consequence.
Wrong.
What you read that day was actually just a gist of everything. I don't think what you read made even two percent of my problems. The fact that my mother was already dying and my father had left us behind to rot was not helping my case.
Between all this and a list of many disorders that I don't even want to name because they are all so horrible, I was dying. I couldn't breathe. I was dying.
I am only fastening the process and lessening the pain.
I have to do this. I need to do this.
I am doing it. I'm jumping and dying as the sun dies.
Thank you for everything.
I'm sorry.
-zarah

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