Mr. Skeleton

H-A-P-P-Y.... Did that word even exist anymore. It was 2:17 in the morning and I stayed looking at the ceiling and thinking about the last time I was truly happy. Sadly, I couldn't remember. I've been having these thoughts for weeks, maybe even years. I couldn't remember. I couldn't remember anything anymore, or feel anything anymore. All I truly knew was that I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to think, I didn't want to feel, I didn't want to breath. My thoughts scared me but kept me sane at the same time.

2:20
Three minutes had passed, and I was starting to consider taking the whole bottle of pills sitting next to my bedside. And that's when I heard a whisper, the voice of wind chimes. I sat up and looked around my room. Something was calling my name.
"Come out. You don't have to be afraid", I replied with a comforting voice. I wasn't scared anymore. Something moved and then that's when it emerged from the dark. A beautiful and mystical skeleton emerged from the darkness surrounding my room. It smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Are you Dawn?", he asked
"I am indeed", I replied tying my long midnight black hair in a bun. It irritates me.
"My name is Eric. I died 75 years ago. And do you wanna know how I died? I committed suicide. I though death was peaceful, easier. I didn't think people would care if I left. So I hung myself, smiling at the thought of leaving this vicious world. Looking back from now though, I realized that out of all the people who didn't care about me or love me, there was one that did. Her name was Sarah. She was my next door neighbor back in the 40s. Although we never really talked, she came to the cemetery the day after my funeral. I could here her talk to my deceased body that was now buried in the dirt. She told me, that she loved me since the first day she met me. I didn't know that, and when I died, it hurt her more than anyone. She was devastated."

" What's your point?", I asked.
"My point is, I know that you want to leave this world Dawn, but if it's not many, there is one person on this earth that loves. You may not know them, but your destined to find them, if you choose to live."
"I don't see the point", I replied.
" I didn't either", he said in a reassuring tone.
"Then what are you trying to tell me?"
The skeleton's bony hand touched mine. I felt a slight chill.
"That woman that I was talking about, was your great-grandmother. I don't want you to make the same mistake I did. Because some loves you. I love you. And I don't want you to go. I want to see you grow up and be happy."

"I'm never going to be happy", I said with tears in my eyes.
"You may think that now. That's exactly what I thought. But you're not suppose to be a skeleton like me yet. You're suppose to have a beating heart, flesh covering your bones. You were born to live."
And just like that, Eric, disappeared into the night.
"Will I see you again?", I screamed with confusion.
"Time will tell, whether you're
breathing or not, I'll be there."