A Desire to be Free

2.) the preparation

That was two months ago. After she went straight back into her routine of silence. But once she admitted defeat she couldn't go back. The voices were louder and louder. More kept pouring in an avalanche. A downpour of acid that poisoned the mind and heart. Two months after admitting defeat. She did it. She wrote two words on a scrap piece of paper,folded it perfectly into a plastic bag. She then climbed out her window and drove far away. She parked her car and leaving her keys in the ignition she began to walk. People stared she walked with such purpose but her face finally showed despair. Her walls were worn down and the tears were now a constant companion to her appearance. But, she couldn't see the people who stared. She could only see her destination. People whispered in hushed tones she couldn't hear them over the ghosts in her head "weak,cowardly,stupid,silly,ignorant,childish,weirdo" They repeated over and over again like a broken record determined to wear her down and shape her as the ocean shapes the earth. She stopped walking she had reached her destination. She climbed over the railing. She stared death straight in the face.