Some things were not meant to exist. Some species were not meant to intermix. Some things were just not to be, yet, my parents broke the law. They did what should never have been done and now I have to pay for their mistakes.
I never asked to be born! I never asked to be saved but they found it necessary to keep me alive. If they'd just killed me, I wouldn't have to do it myself.
The water wrapped around the bridge's feet a mere thirty meters below me. The curdled around its legs with a deep roar, just begging me to join their murky depths. I gripped the railing and tried hoisting myself up but something was holding me back. My family. What would they do? Would they mourn me? Would they miss me? Would they celebrate?
My chest ached which made breathing a task. My mouth was agape as it took deep breaths whilst my claws dug into the railing. Thick black nails protruded from my fingers. I'm a monster.
Jump!
I tossed one leg over the rail.
The waters kept beckoning me.
Jump Konstance! Join us Konstantine!
Warped faces distorted in the water with skinny arms reaching for me, forever out of their grasp. Their hollow eyes glared into my golden ones. They knew my pain. They were here before me.
"Momma, I'm so sorry." I sobbed as I brought over my other leg. My cheeks burned and I wiped them, hissing as my claws swiped my face. Red tears coated my palm.
I'm such a freak.
"Aur' you okay?" A deep voice jumped me from my stupor.
I tensed up and considered falling.
"D-Don't come closer! I-I-I'll jump!" I screeched.
My heart thumped a wild drum against my ribs, my vision shifted from a deep blur to hyper hd.
Don't shift!
"I von't but I think you should get down...You might fa'." He chuckled.
I couldn't help but laugh along with him.
"We wouldn't want that." I hissed, still glaring at the ghosts of past jumpers.
Which was better? Forever living as an unwanted freak or forever dead in an ocean of woe. Decisions, decisions.
"Killin' yourself solves nothin' ya know."
I scoffed and tore my gaze from the sea. My claws retracted at a slug's pace as I wiped my cheeks.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
"I do. So many o'you come here every year. What make you think down there is better. Forere stuck as a shell o' yourself." His voice faded into the winds and I thought of what he said.
"I don't care. Anywhere is better than where I am."
And I jumped, throwing myself to the winds and praying I die by the end of it all.
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Thanatos: Reaper of Souls
Short StoryWe all like to think that we were meant to live but most of us were born to die. - Konstantine Konstantine Petrova was not meant to exist, a bad omen. When his existence is brought to Thanatos' attention, it becomes his mission to kill the boy in or...
