He felt something tug within him.
It tugged, pushed and bit under his skin.
Pay attention to me it urged.
Like a virus the feeling spread through his veins, consuming him.
It pulled his heart strings like a violin, harmonising with the dangerous thoughts stamping their feet in his mind.
"I've got no chance" he whispered into the cold air surrounding him.
It jumped in and out of his ribs, taking hits at his lungs, leaving him short of breath.
Like stepping stones along a path it stepped along his spine, counting the lines on his wrists like a school children's game.
He would always get the most points.
It covered his eyes, letting it lead him towards the edge.
Taking shallow breaths he felt his walls fall around him. After countless years of standing still against the world who knew he'd be the one to knock them all down?
He was his own enemy after all.
It edged into his mind, closing in on his thoughts.
Repeating over and over, it's going to be okay.
The pain will end soon.
It gripped his hand and held his heart as the water closed around them both.
It closed his eyes and took his thoughts away,
as his body
drifted to the bottom.

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Compilation of short stories/excerpts
Historia CortaThis is a collection of excerpts from books I'll never write and short stories I attempted to write