Introspection

Rosalie

   He's gone. I'm not mad about it. This was my final push. The push that I had been longing for. The push to make me fall off the edge completely. 

   I can feel the wind on my face-

   I walked to my desk and threw everything off. I grabbed a piece of lined paper and the nearest pen that was in my sight. I began writing.

   Pain is no longer a feeling, It's life that I feel, real life-

   I ran to my closet and grabbed my dress, put up my hair, and slid on my best pair of converse.

   I thank thee for showing me a bit of happiness-

   I slammed the front door shut. He was helping Sarah into his car. He didn't even look at me. But he knew I was there. I started running. Running as fast as I could.

   Make believe is the place where you took me. An alternate reality where we stayed for a little while. I was alive-

   I feel the water everywhere. I feel it. 

   A beautiful place, is all I can see-

    I can't breathe. All the air in my lungs are gone. I can feel my lungs burning and begging for air as I fight the urge to stay in place. This time, I fight the urge.

   This is the place where I long to be. Forever.