SAYING GOODBYE
This was it.
I was going to do it.
I was going to leave this painfully chaotic mess behind.
Everything was ready.
I had already said goodbye—or wrote it really. I had left it right where they would be able to see it, on the kitchen table, exactly where mother sits every morning for breakfast.
Mother.
No. I can't think about her or about anyone else, only the pain that they caused me, and how badly it hurts. I need this. I need to get away, and this is the only way out.
I was ready to go, my paper sat right on the table. I had said a lot of things in that letter, but they would only see it if they truly looked.
Dear family,
I know you're scared.
This is not your fault.
I just can't take it anymore.
So don't come looking for me.
There isn't anyone who could find me.
I have to go.
My mind is made up.
Everything happens for a reason.
Know that I do this with acceptance, and sensibility.
I'm sorry.
For everything.
-Anna
I knew that they would come look for me anyways. But no one other than I had ever been here, where I am right now, in years. The last place I stand before I go.
Before I fall.
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