Someone recommended my family go up to our cabin where we went boating just to be with our close family for a little while. "To take a step back and come to the reality of what had happened," someone said.
I decided to go too, and I wore the cute purple swimming suit I had always been afraid of wearing. There was no need to be self-conscious when no one can see you.
Carsen had brought along the rock he found years ago. He was convinced because of its slightly marbled look that it was a dragon's egg.
I teased that if he believed hard enough it might hatch. He had told me I was crazy, but he kept the rock anyway.
Until now.
"I don't want to believe anymore," he said softly as he dropped the rock over the edge of the boat. I watched it sink to the bottom of the lake.
I didn't want to be here anymore.
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After Suicide
Short StoryWaking up after dying is the strangest feeling. I knew I had succeeded, the overdose was enough and no one was home to stop me or to realize what I had done until it was too late. But this morning, I opened my eyes, right before my alarm went off...
