"Why would you leave me!?" I shouted, as tears where pouring down my cheeks.
"I'm always getting bullied for being poor. For being different, No matter how hard I try to fit in. And I'm sick of it! I'm sick of my life! I just can't take it anymore". Seth said.
"I already lost mom and dad in that stupid car accident! I can't lose you too!" You said, trying to find something to get him to stay.
"My life is miserable, and I just want it to end. I'll be in a better place. I hope your life is better than mine. Goodbye Abby". Seth said, and turned around to face the edge of the cliff.
"No! Seth, don't!" I screamed at the top of lungs, but he still jumped. Jumped towards his death. Jumped towards the end of his life.
Those where the last words I got to say to my brother before he jumped off the cliff. Ending his life. Leaving me. To fend for myself. It's true, what he said. We where both bullied at school for being poor, but Seth always seemed to brush it off.
He always ignored they're comments and remarks. It never occurred to me that he was just putting on a mask to cover up the pain he feels. Or felt. But that doesn't matter anymore. Everyone I loved has left me.
This pain. It's different. It's not the kind I feel at school. This one hurts more. Like my soul and entire being has shattered into a million pieces. My mom. Gone. My dad. Gone. And now, my brother. Gone.
I fell to the ground, letting all the tears out. I was alone, and I had to accept that. My family is 'In a better place' while I'm here lonely in this living hell that is my life.
"Why Seth? Why would you leave me? Your not the only one getting bullied, and you where my only hope for a decent life". You said to the Seth you just watched take his own life.
"Jump". You heard a voice whisper. You turned around, but nobody was there. And there wasn't any place to hide, as you could see all the way to the horizon.
"Jump" The voice whispered again. You turned in circles, trying to find anyone that could be around. But to no avail, you still couldn't see anybody.
Maybe I should. You thought to yourself. My whole family is gone, and I don't want to be stuck in this living hell alone. After that, you decided. You picked yourself up off of the ground, and walked to the edge.
You looked over the edge and saw jagged rocks, one with blood and your dead brother going through it.
"Ok. One". You said to yourself. "Two". You continued. "Three!" You said, and jumped off the edge of the cliff. Falling through the air, you've never felt more free. As your falling, you felt as though all your hardships and worries are stuck on that cliff you jumped off of. You saw the jagged rocks appearing closer and closer in your vision as you where getting closer to them.
You closed your eyes when you where a few seconds from your death. You landed on one of the rocks, getting stabbed multiple times in the process. You took your last breath before you completely lost consciousness, and thought "Finally".
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My Last Step
Short StorySo I was kind of going through a depression stage a few years ago, and I came across this story I wrote during that time and I thought you guys might like it!