50 Ways To Forget You

50, Fixing The Issue (Part 3, Final)

"Georgia wait! I know I fucked up, I know I turned your life to a literal fucking hell! Please, just stay with me! I swear to you I won't leave you, I won't let you get hurt ever again! I will protect you from this world! Just don't leave me!" You say shakily as the tears come streaming down your face. You fall unto your knee's, your face still looking up at me. I see the months and months of regret come falling down your face.

I pull out my phone and start typing.

I'm sorry. It's too late. You are too late. I am not backing down. Goodbye Thomas.

Sent at 11:59 pm.

Your phone buzzes and you pull it out to read the message. When you look up, I am already crying. A tear drops down my cheek and onto the asphalt and I whisper, "I love you, Thomas." Then I jumped.

Everything was in slow motion. The time changed to 12:00 am as my body hit the freezing cold water. The sky was free from clouds, the moon was shining brighter than ever, and your tears couldn't hold themselves back. You tried reaching out to grab me but I slipped from reach. You screamed my name as I fell to the rushing waters below. No one could survive from impact. This river was up to my chest but the rocks below were sharp and easy to spot. 

I could hear your screams even after my bones broke from the impact. I could hear your screams as I moved through the water, my bleeding body staining the water red. I could still hear your screams as I slowly slipped into death because your voice mean't that much to me. But I couldn't hear your screams anymore as I went under, the water enveloping me and telling me that I was done. I could never go back and death would keep me safe.

At 12:00 am of June 18th, 2016, Georgia Williams died. I died from suicide. I killed myself so I would never have to face the pain again, and I succeeded.