She sits outside with people she used to think were her friends.
Its 2:00am.
She gazes at the nearby highway,noticing not many cars are driving in the early hour,making her plan all the more difficult and precise. She puts her head in her hands and thinks.
She is tired.
She is fed up.
She has given up.
Her 'friends' look at her with concern and confusion when they hear her,what was supposed to be silent, sobs.
They gasp when she lifts her head and they take in her appearance,all pondering and asking what's wrong.
She knows they aren't sincere.
She rants and cries letting out all her frustrations,alerting the passerbyers who shake their heads with distaste.
She is done with competing.
She is done with fitting in.
She is done....with life.
She notices the confusion,annoyance,concern and pity on their faces. Setting her flame higher. Bolder. Louder. They try to reach out to her but she stops them,knowing its just for show.
She rants more,distracting them as she discreetly moves towards the nearby highway,noticing a truck meters away. She plans her timing and actions carefully, for she knows this is it.
She finally races to the middle of the highway,her so called friends not risking chasing after her. For that she is glad.
"What are you doing?!"
"Why are you doing this?! Get over here!"
"We can help you!"
She scoffs at this. "It's too late," Running through her mind unspoken.
She sees the big loading truck approaching,unaware she is there. For the first time in a while,she is truly happy. Happy for what is to come. Happy for this bittersweet moment.
She turns to her frantic and tired looking friends one last time and speaks,
"She who is don-"
