Darkness surrounded all of me.
Only the faint glow of the moon
was visible from the window.
Silence was ringing in my ears.
This was the night where life would end.
A knife shimmered in my bare hands,
my first attempt at ending life.
Exhaling, I ran a finger
over the blade. It left a small
cut where blood drops made its way out.
Thumping of feet made its way up
the stairs towards the room I was in.
I slid the knife under the sheets.
My sister ran into the room.
"It's your friend, Amber." She pants.
Confusion had clouded me.
I questioned, "What happened to her?"
By the looks of my sister's face,
the answer didn't come with joy.
Her shoulders fell. "Amber is dead."
I came to my feet and got off
the bed. The knife dropped on the floor.
My sister gasped and cupped her mouth.
"You weren't thinking about dying,
were you?" She slowly came to me with tears
in her eyes. To her dismay, I
answered, "It's my turn to go now."
She sobbed endlessly as her grip
tightened around my waist. She cried
even harder, "I can help you.
Your life isn't worth being lost."
Her words brought reassurance, but
I knew it would never be true.
My first attempt had failed. I
lost someone who meant the world to
me. Now there was absolutely no
reason to continue to live.
Perhaps Amber's death gave me
one more day of life. However,
that day would have to end soon
and my second attempt would come.
Amber was dead. It was a sign
that I should end my life too.
Because in the end, best friends do
everything together, don't they?
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Poetry"I choose to believe there are more than three stages in life. For me, I say there are five." Eva Longsten was crumbling, but soon she found life was easier when you were breathing. She was holding onto who she was until she realized releasing he...
