To the world you may be human, but to someone you are home.

Chapter six

'Forget about me my love' she whispered, her eyes red as if she'd been crying for years. She began to fade away.

I tried to grab her hand but it was too late. My memories had travelled too far.
'Come back. Baby please. Please come back' I cried.

And here I was. Sitting in my room. At 3am my room dark and plain. Cuts all over my body, and blood stains on my clothes and my floor. A suicide note and a bloody blade at my side. I whined, then became a sob, then cries, I cried into my hands, covering my mouth trying not to wake anyone.

'Why. Why would you do this' I thought crying harder than before. Pushing my hand harder onto my mouth in attempt to make less noise. I closed my eyes tight.

I grabbed the blood stained blade laying on the suicide note, the blood had dripped onto the note
'Fuck fuck fuck.' I whispered, frantically wiping at the piece of paper. It's fine.

I cut at my wrists and up my arms. One, two, three. Then ten, then twelve, then nineteen. I stared at myself in the mirror.

I chuckled to myself
She looked pretty when she smiled, when do I look pretty? "you even look pretty when you cry, don't worry my love. You'll feel better soon" she'd whisper to me and pass me a small pillow that smelt like her and a cute little brown teddy.

I left the teddy on my now made bed. And I folded up the note and put it in-front of the teddy and beside the note I placed my favourite book, pen, pencil, and a diary,

A diary of which I wrote in when my darling was still alive, and I wrote about everything we did together and why I loved her so much. I also wrote about how I was feeling after her death and how I still loved her very much. Although those pages were filled with tears.

I made it downstairs quietly waking no one up. I made my way into the woods nearby with my phone torch on and met with my swing from my childhood. The same swing I pushed her on when she laughed and hummed beautiful melodies. I picked a flower and put it on the swing

'I love you, I'll see you soon. We'll meet again my love' I whispered and walked back to the apartment I lived in and travelled all the way up to the top floor.
I sat if the ledge kicking my legs feeling the fresh air travel through my hair and I felt it blow at my loose clothes.

I gripped the edge of the ledge and pushed myself off with all of the remaining strength I had left. The breeze was nice. I watched the floor get closer and closer by the second feeling no emotion but pure joy.

Having the thought I'd be able to see the love of my life again forever. You may be wondering if I had the smallest bit of sadness or regret. And the answer is yes and no. I know my family will be upset but they noticed, they just did nothing about it except shout at me for something out of my control. And regret? Well. Only for a second. But that was only for a short while because that's when I hit the floor and lost all feeling and consciousness. I was finally free.