Depressing Short Stories

Nothing

Have you ever stopped to think how easy it is to die? To leave everything and everyone behind? How easy it is to give up?

No matter for easy it is, I just can't be able to do it. Such a simple task, ending my life, becomes so complicated and almost impossible when others are involved.

There's nothing anchoring me here, not that I haven't got rid off. There's no one that I can't bear to leave behind. Worldly things are nothing compared to a chance to stop my misery. Doing it wil make misery disappear from my sight forever.

Still, why is it so hard for me to simply plunge a knife through my heart?

I dropped the knife and it fell on the floor with a clank. Tears constantly rolled down my face as I pulled my knees up to my chest. My soft sobs rang throughout this dark and silent house.

I've failed for the fifth time.

I purposely banged my head against the wall so hard I bruised myself. Why can't I bring the knife and pierce my heart? Why can't I end my misery when it is already been made so simple?

There is no torture feeling or pain by doing so. Its fast and quick with no complications or any chances of failure.

Plunging this knife into me would set me free. I know it, I just do.

Reaching out for the knife for the sixth time, I reminded myself that I have to do this. I can't afford to fail again. I don't want to live anymore; I'm done living.

Sucking in a deep breath, I brought the knife towards my heart. Just like pulling out a band aid, I pushed it in. There wasn't any pain and I smiled for the first time in five years and the last time.

I'm finally free from the clutches of life.