I couln'd really think.
I was just falling and falling.
I looked down. There was the big air cussionon wich I would have landed.
But..why was it getting smaller. It should got bigger...
I saw scared faces of my helpers. They were sceaming.
"Is there anything disfunktional? Is there a problem?", I thought.
Now I realized. The plan went wrong.
I'm going to die.
Really.
It will not be fake.
The floor was only a few seconds away, suddenly there were so many thoughts.
I had not told John about my real feelings for him.
I had not apologized to Gavin because of my inappropriate comments,
I had not apologized to Molly. I knew she loved me but ignored her, acted like I had not noticed.
I had never told my brother that I love him.
So much unsaid.
The air cushion was hardly filled at all. The probability that I would survive this fall was very unlikely.
My live was gone. This way my plan went was unpredictable but not inevitable. I'm going to die.
Live is just a game. Everybody loses sometimes. And I was loosing now.
The death is waiting for everyone in Samarra.
Everyone has a personal Samarra. My Samarra is the ground. My self-confidence, my trust became my undoing.
I'm closing my eyes.
YOU ARE READING
I will never leave you
RandomWARNING: death, suicide, drugs, violence, many tears, emotional content (I hope it doesn't destroys you :) ) After sherlock's death John loses all sense of reason. He sinks into drugs and pain. I'm still at the beginning of my story, so the descrip...
