[Telos POV]
I felt it...Deep down I knew that it was closing to an end as a glanced down at the stool I was standing on, too afraid to look up and see my destiny peirce through my very being like a knife stabbing both my thoughts and emotions.
"...I have no other choice..." The only words I could bare through my cracky voice.
I slowly began to wrap the rope I sloppily hung up, but was still study enough to hold someones weight, around my neck as I let out a sigh. It was pointless to write a "Final Words" down on some crummy paper...Its not like anyone would really want to hear from me anyways. All I can think to write down is something along the lines of:
I hope this is worth it, goodbye
But even if I wanted to write that down, my shaking hands could barely hold the noose little less write any words down."Welp, I hope that tunnel at the end of this place is better than here..."
Funny. The last words I'll let escape my mouth is something no one will ever understand...
{But, enough of these thoughts, If I wait any longer I may come to my senses and try to stop this like all the other times. So with my final thought, I say goodbye to the lonely feelings, the horrible thoughts, and especially the unbearable pain of neglect.Then, I finally moved away from the unstable stool I had perched on and instantly felt the bitter taste of death creeping from my throat. It was unpleasant, but it was also the only thing I wanted to taste due to all my other senses slowly start to give out on me. But...I...Finally start feeling numb...and...I give up and feel...cold.
Will this truly be the end for me....?
I was always told as a little boy to never stop fighting for what you believe in, but what should someone like me do if I only want all of this to stop? So many questions, So little time.
I wish I had something to save me from this demise...
...Anything...
[To Be Continued in next Chapter...]
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