Alluring To A Dark Vampire Prince {Spin Off To T.D.R.V.S.: Book 3}

⌘Chapter 1: Saving My Suicide⌘

|Girl's POV|

Death.

The action or fact of dying or being killed;

The end of the life of a person or organism.

The very thing I can't stop thinking about doing. The funny thing about death is that it has no actual time, date, or place. That means it can hit you at anytime and anyplace.

You can be walking down the street and BAM! You didn't see the last seconds of your life as you got runned over by a car...

It's partly the reason why I hate death. Just like life, death isn't fair. The only way to make it fair is to imagine how to die and where.

How about when to die?

Not my decision to make either, because I'm always backing out when I think it's the right moment to do something fatal and yet exhilarating.

I can only daydream the wonderful ways of dying:

-Overdosing On Alcohol And Drugs.

-Car Crashing / Accident

-Cutting Myself Till I Lose A lot Of Blood.

-Hanging Myself From My Bedroom Ceiling.

-Drinking Bleach.

-Inhaling Instant Poison Gas.

-Setting Myself On Fire.

-Stabbing Myself Till I See My Organs.

-Suicide.

There's just one I haven't mentioned that I'm in the middle of doing, that I should add to my list. Except, if I go through with it, I might not even need that list anymore.

I've decided to look at the beautiful waves in the middle of the night, on a large freight bridge. I've been on this bridge so many times, thinking about the same thing when I get here.

'How would the water feel on my skin? In my ears? In my lungs? How long can I stay under water before I suffocate and drown, maybe even turn blue?'

Out of mockery, I bring down my polaroid camera with me and take pictures of the dark sky showered with stars and the dark black water.

Not today though.

I've picked out my outfit for when salvation decides to pick up my dead body from the washed up shores. Shorts, tank top and a sweatshirt with angel wings behind, how ironic. But then again if I chicken out, I might not get to witness my savior's expression from above.

What are my last thoughts before death?

-Note to self: when dying try my best to feel relaxed. Forget your life and remember the feels of dying so you can retell about it in the next life-

What do you regret so far?

-Nothing really. Maybe I regret for other people. People sometimes couldn't see the real things about you if you were so good at pulling the sunshine and rainbow front. It was like social butterflies were pulled into this force and craved to be around people with a bright watt instead of real sunshine. Even the nicest people have their limit-

Are you going to do it, or nah?

-Give me a moment. I need a surge of energy-

I thought about dancing. You know the surge of endorphins and the crazy happy feelings you get after eating your favorite piece of cake. Dancing was one of the things that made me happy. If I was high on life then I was willing to do something crazy.