The edge: the place I knew I'd always end up in the end. The edge of a bridge. This one in particular could use a paint job to cover the rust due to age, and perhaps a new coat of asphalt over the cracked road. It's not used much anymore, other than for the occasional lost driver who's missed their exit ramp onto the highway and is now forced to take the long route.
My body: relieved now that it has met its destination it has struggled to reach its entire life. Finally, the time has come and I'm here, ready to end the everlasting nightmare I've been living. I can't wait for it to be over for good.
My eyes: glance across the water in front of me. It doesn't make me as fearful as I'd expected, despite the vast distance between me and its surface. The water is a gigantic sheet of glass below; the current is steady and smooth, practically unnoticeable. Almost as though it has prepped for my arrival and is welcoming me into its liquid arms.
The sun: falling toward the west, signaling a soon-to-be sunset. I'll miss it. I'll be gone by then. Do I care? No. I do not care about the magnificent rays the sun will cast across the summer sky, creating a masterpiece on its organic canvas. I won't miss the warmth I'll feel for the last time. I won't miss the light it brings this world, because it never once was enough to reflect onto my life. I've been scraping by on a cold and dark journey, and alas, it has come to a close.
The wind: slight. Not enough to blow me over, but the perfect amount to cause me to sway at the edge. Play with my balance. The conditions are flawless. I couldn't have requested anything more. I shut my eyes and let the wind rock me. My toes hug the ledge and I spread my arms wide. I've never felt more alive, more free than this moment. I'm not glad, but content this will be my last moment on Earth as I know it.
The reasons I'm here: too deep to share over coffee. The time it would take me to explicate even a portion of my life's events would last a lifetime in itself. Honestly, is it even worth telling? I'm a nobody and always have been. Leaving this world will be the best decision I've ever made. I inhale through my nose, keeping my eyes shut, exhale, and release.
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Letters From A Stranger |COMPLETE|
Ficção AdolescenteAfter Haley's mother left her at the age of five, she's been raised by an abusive guardian who was next in line to care for her. She's constantly manipulated, name-called, and forced into unspeakable things. As events in her life trigger a downward...
