The Park Bench

Chapter 2

*Zara's p.o.v*

So now I'm 15 & still living; still practically parentless. Still, not living, but existing. It's like I'm not even here, it's like I'm a ghost; a ghost that seems to be happy, but actually, questions their existence.

Of course I have had some times in my life where I've thought, "Hey, maybe I do belong here!" but even those are just a few seconds; and I try to cherish the few mere seconds, because they are very rare. One of the rarest things in the world.

Right now, I'm sitting on the park bench, which I consider to be mine; seeing as I always come here, every single day. Pondering, if anybody would miss me, if any body would notice that I was gone, gone forever. As it's only, a knot away. I could tie the rope, or swallow those pills, or maybe pull that trigger, and I would be gone; gone forever. 'Rita would miss me.' I try to convince myself, but then, as always, the demons come out; telling me that she would be relieved, that she would be so over joyed, because she wouldn't have to pretend to "love" me anymore.

As I am sitting there, deep in thought, somebody, or something, pulls me out of my trance. When I looked up, I realised it was just the birds; mocking me. Bragging about how free they are, with scarcely any worries in the world.

I then realise that it was getting rather late, it was almost 8 o' clock, which means my parents should be home soon, meaning that I would have to endure another awkward, thorny, dinner.