World War Me

The Last Step

Black was all I saw. It was like I was blind. Sounds around me I could not hear. They were vague and unintelligible. The voices in my head reiterated the words that I avoided. The way down was still long and I did not know how long my legs could carry me. The crackling of the steps that I entered was sharp. The pain of the thorns in my heart was with the step worse and I didn't know how long I could handle this yet. The faces of the haters and managers flitting through my memories back. Neither family nor friends were nowhere to be seen in my story. The nightmare slowly came to life and every move I made was ferocious. The shadow that peered out of the darkness came closer until it owned me completely. My voice was broken and my heart wanted to scream, but no one could hear it. Tears raced from my face in a corner, invisible to the others. The blood which dripped from the wound down felt like the only way out. With the knife firmly in the hand I approached the last step. I kept falling into infinity, without any safe raw to climb back. I should be able to end, because who would miss me now? Behind a while it was my name like all others ever pronounced, wrecked and carried along with the wind. Why, it would be for everyone a mystery since no one would ever understand. The tops of my toes grounded softly, followed by my full foot. I closed my eyes gently. I felt the cold air by cutting my cells. A smile appeared on my face. The fall appeared to stop, it was as if I was flying. The worries disappeared and I was smoking. My second foot followed the other. Different thoughts raged through my spirit and different times flashes before my eyes. My heart beat went more slowly until my second foot hit the ground. My heart stopped creating his own rhythm, followed by when I got my last breath.