Dark Rain

Mistpouffer

*Time passes, and the girl has reached her school*

The back of my heel clicked onto the grayish-tan brick. The sound always had its finger wrapped around my brain; the click-clack produced soothing serotonin in my mind. "How bittersweet." I thought to myself.

I felt so impatient as I walked to the doors. It felt like an eternity, an eternity of thoughts racing around my mind. I was wondering if I should talk to anyone. It was my last day alive after all, I should at least say something.  Maybe a quick compliment, or a small goodbye.

But no I couldn't, my plan, wouldn't make sense. It's not like I had anyone who spoke to me. I was always aloof, off on my own with my thoughts. Maybe it was my fault, my loneliness was self-induced. Well, it didn't matter now, I am ready. Ready to end my life.

I was already on the last flight of stairs. My journey from the brick to here was a blur. It's alright, I wouldn't want anything stopping me from my goal. The blur was helpful in a way.

The air felt dull, my knees felt weak. I'm confused, isn't this what I wanted? I looked down at my shoes, the tips were pressed against the bottom of the first step. My legs felt like they were attached to a ball and chain.

"Just go," I whispered under my breath. My feet slowly slid against each step. It was amazing as if I was walking up to the heavens. If even there isn't a heaven, a void of darkness would be better than this hell hole of earth. I used to see the beauty in everything, it's crazy to see how things change.

I was finally there. I had the urge to look back down the step, but I knew if I did I might turn back. I crept toward the doors leading to the roof. I could hear the rain hitting the ground. I push the doors open. The sky was painted beautifully with grays, whites, and even a little black. The wind had a welcoming tone of sorrow.