Lost

Introduction

The cold glass of the window sent pain piecing through my hand as I creaked the frame open inhaling the delicate smell of morning dew. This was the last time. The last time I ever saw the view of the quiet streets or felt the soft wind brush against my loose shirt. Those thoughts always made me feel lenient towards staying, but staying where? In a silent town filled with no one I love and no one who loves me, living in a small orphanage with no family and no friends. A life with no love is not a life worth living, I thought as I swiftly jumped out the window landing harshly on the rough concrete below.

My minded raced as I ran closer and closer towards the beach, life and death are two very different things but at the moment they seem far to similar. Maybe it's the town and my surroundings that are making me feel like this, but then again maybe it's me. Me and my looks and my stupid emotions always making me feel so suffocated. I need to be free. But is death really freedom?

Salty spray splashed over me as I approached the choppy waters. My foot became enveloped with water as I began my attempt to walk further out, then my body went cold. Not from the chill of the water but from fear. I couldn't do it, secretly I always knew I wouldn't have the guts. A tear rolled down my cheek as I pressed my palm against my face in attempt to wipe it away. Life is always worth living.

Standing there that morning, ankle deep in water with icy wind whipping into my white shirt made me think about the importance of life. I would stay on this earth another day. No matter how bad things got I would stay.