I stand on a tower. Not a castle turret, a city skyscraper. I can see all of the world from up here. The whole world that doesn't care. Not about me, not about anyone. It just chews you up and spits you into a coffin when its used you up. I instead, am taking control. This machine of a world, no feelings, no thoughts, nothing but a big mass of rock. I smooth out my black dress. It's velvet and short with clear sleeves that are buttoned at my wrists.
If I'm going to die, I'm doing it in style, I think to myself. I step up onto the low railing of the roof. People come to sit up here during the office lunch breaks. And their seat is now my diving board. I lift my head up to survey the day one last time. The hundreds of buildings, the thousands of people, all unaware of what is about to happen. I put the toes of my boots off the edge and take in a deep breath. My eyes close for the last time and I shift my weight forward.
The last thought I have in this world; Least I won't be missed...
(Please no "Ohhh that's edgy!", great pun by the way. But I've made the pun, it's been said, either read the book or not, IDRK but it's here for you if you need it... And I'm not trying to be edgy, I'm trying to find a creative outlet and if it helps/inspires others to do something, then, that's great!)
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Fluffy Bunnies
Short StoryFluffy Bunnies! This book is not about fluffy bunnies, but suicide. Every tiny, insignificant about that terrible and irreversible word. I'm going to let you inside the mind of someone who is/has/will commit suicide. This is a bunch of short stories...
