*TRIGGER WARNING*
I felt Dean kissed me in my forehead. He kept saying his real name was Death. I didn't believe him, until now.
"You're okay now, dear Elouise. You're as free as anyone can be." he whispered as I felt my body fell into a burning heat sensation that was absorbing my very own being.
I opened my eyes only to see a burned abandoned park that is infront of me. I saw a shadow went inside. I was expecting myself to freak out, be scared and havung anxiety but... nothing. I felt nothing.
Nevertheless, I followed it. It went to a booth where they give away stuff toys if you hit the can. A little kid was looking at the yellow teddy bear. I smiled knowing that I'm not alone.
I came closer to the little girl.
"Hey, kiddo. Are you alone?" I asked with a sweet smile plastered on my face. A voice I only produce when I'm talking to kids and pets.
She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes, they look dead.
"No," she shook her head. "My parents were with me but suddenly, they disappeared actually everyone disappeared. I was just looking in the sky but when I looked back to everyone, no one was with me,"
I stared at her for a moment. She seriously looks familiar. Even this place. It looks way too familiar.
"What's your name?" I asked.
"Elouise." she answered. I was way too surprised. As I was about to touch her, she already turned into ashes and made a pile out of it until the wind took it to the east.
Does this mean something? Am I connected with this whole environment? What am I supposed to do now?
Everything seems so...
Dead. Alone. Blank. Abandoned. Useless. Sad.
This place. This park was the last time I felt genuine happiness.
Somehow, I can feel my lips forming a smile.
I sat down in a swing and reviewed the scenery in this park. Eveything is falling apart. Its so quiet. Its so old. Its so...dead. But for some reason, why do I feel at ease?
Am I dead? Then why am I here?
I smiled knowing that I can finally do whatever I want without thinking about anyone who will be sad.
I want to go kill myself. Even if I'm already dead, there's still that longing inside of being able to hurt myself. Longing of shouting all my miseries. Longing of doing everything according to my will.
This place is just the best way to do it. I am thankfull, Dean. For you take away my misery and my gates.
They might think of you as a bad person but I believe its the otherwise. Thank you. So much.
___
A happy ending with sad reasons.
