Delaney grabbed her jacket for an evening walk. She didnt know if she needed it or not. Summer had just died away and only the thinnest of fall breezes carried through the wind. Aside from the weather, Delaney like the feel of being coverd, of being hidden.
She shut her front door strongly, but didnt slam it. She wanted her so-called family know that she was leaving. And that she was never comming back.
She had never thought about killing herself before, but she'd been life-sad for aslong as she could remember. Nothing seemed to satisfy Delaney. Not even the idea that she would be dead by the morning. No. Delaney wanted to be remembered. But she knew this would never be a reality. She walked past her highschool, next monday she would've started her senior year. But she just couldn't make herself go back.
Over time, delaney had ade a long list of places that she would never go back to.
It started with the dentist, then the doctor, then the therapist, the rad ladies shoe store where she was asked to leave for being overly aggressive, and it ended with highschool.
Since delaney had not thought this through, she let her feet carry her a speacial rout.
She then found herself standing at the edge of a stone bridge towering the river that cut through town. She felt the tugging urge to throw herself into the water below.
Jumping, that would be the way she died. A splat to the cleansing water that would drown both her and her sorrows.
She didn't want to think about people finding the body, nobody would have the urdge to look. She wasn't worried about the pain because she felt too much already.
Delaney was never meant to have an extarordinary life. None of it made sence. Delaney was thirsty for expired milk- now it was time for her to go.
She stood there for a while. She thought for a long time. Not questioning her choice of death, but if her somewhat of a life.
She didn't have friends, she had one boyfriend in middleschool but that didn't even count. she used to write poems, but once the depression sat in she thought they sound a little too emo.
She decided to end her life with something she used to love.
Aching feet bought aching heart.
Her Fingers rattled with no chill.
The game with death brought to depart.
Yet death is not the one to kill.
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The Power Of Night
Teen FictionWhen Delaney stood on that bridge that night, she'd made up her mind about killing herself. It was set in stone until ,Carter, an old acquaintance shows up to stop her. He makes a deal with her: let Carter try and change her mind, if not , at the en...
