Life On Death

Not What I Expect

Sebastian-

The rest of the day I wrote my will. I wrote all day, everything I put in my will was going to be given to Uncle Jerry. We all knew he was going to die soon. He could decide what to do with my junk. It's not like I had anything important.

I did not eat all day, I had lost my appetite. I had an appetite for nothing now, nothing forever. I finished my will at five at night, it was insane how long it took to write a twenty page will mentioning almost everything in your home. I then waited, watched some of my favorite T.V. shows, read parts of my favorite books, by the time I left my home forever it was after ten at night. It was pitch black outside. I walked to a large nearby bridge called Sailor's Bridge and stood in the middle of it. There were a few people out there. I thought this was good, now they would know who had died.

I waited for a couple of people to pass by and then stood up on the edge of the bridge, I opened my arms stretching them as far as they could go. I was about to be free, free of the stress and hatred. It seemed more simple than it was. It was not what I expected. I took a step forward and jumped. Plunging into the deep waves of the lake. Death calling my name.