Gibberish.

{5}

I sat still, staring at the surface of the lake. There was no moon that night, so the usual sparkle in the water was missing. The water was cold, dark and deep. The only thing closest to life in there would be a weed, perhaps.

Stripping myself off my clothes and removing the necklace with a heavy heart, I stepped inside the water. The cold harsh water greeted me with goose bumps, but I ignored it and took another step. The ground wasn't so smooth – hundreds of tiny stones pressed against my feet, but I was too numb to care.

I kept walking until I was neck deep into the lake.

I breathed out, and went in further in until my lower lip touched the water. The water was tasteless – just like everything I've ever tasted in the past few months.

Suddenly, the water wasn't so still. The wind blew my chopped hair back, sending a chase of shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes and stepped in further. 

I kept myself from floating as I bent down to touch the ground. The water resisted my motion but I pushed harder. I swam a few metres from there until I couldn't see the surface of the lake anymore, and forced myself to lay on the floor.

The floor kept pushing me up, urging me to get back into the cruel world but I stay put.

I'm ending this, I thought, before I allowed the water to fill my lungs.