Life Changing

4. After the thoughts.

The cold snapped my face like a whip. A pity that it would be the last wind I would ever feel, but it's not like my life was never a pity in itself.
I stood on a tree branch, securing the rope that was on a higher one. I looked around to see if I was truly deserted, and was satisfied.
I didn't even bother writing a note. The whole point of this is that no one cares if this happens, not even me. To this last moment, I couldn't think of a single person whom this would affect.
The time had come. I was a bit nervous, to tell the truth. My mind was racing between "do it!" And "don't do it!" with both screaming louder and louder. The "don't do it" voice was not victorious. I choked and gasped naturally as I ended my own fate I'm certain I would never have anyway. I was gone.

For a few seconds, which seemed to be stretched out to several minutes, I was free. I didn't know where I was or how to do anything, but I didn't care. I knew I had left the world behind, and that was good enough for me.
The only discomfort I had was the unmistakable feeling of dread, but I easily pushed it aside.