Death is the most unplanned, involuntary thing. Something that is meant to happen, but no one knows when. Yet, when life goes down, everything one loves falls apart into pieces. Death becomes the only thing on can control.
I've known Lyne since she was born, from her first bicycle to her first cigarette, I had seen it all, known it all.
You see, people often try to say that life is precious, but they forget that life is a mere illusion, death and only death is the truth.
Lyne had always been close to me, sensing me throughout her life. Thinking about me, everytime she placed her blade close to her skin. Everytime she puffed a cigarette in her mouth hoping that it would trigger her allergies.
I was there, when she pulled the trigger. I was there to see Alex turn into a stone. I was there to see her mother cry at the funeral. I was there, when the school principal gave a long speech about Lyne. I was there, smiling.
Now the question is, who am I?
Well, I am with everyone, everytime.
I am death.
And she?
She was my child, my suicide baby.
~The End~
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Suicide Baby
Non-Fiction"Ever thought what happens to a human soul after the body dies? After it withers away and mixes with the dirt? We all know that the soul is eternal, but what happens to it?" these questions came to Lyne too. She just stared blankly at the ceiling th...
