Wings // zayn au - COMING SOON

Taking a step off the bridge wasn't as hard as I thought it was going to be. I could no longer feel the beat in my chest, the air in my lungs, or hear the logical part of my brain tell me not to do this. I knew this is what I needed to do, regardless of what was right or wrong.
Mental illness is a b.tch. Struggling against it for so long seemed pointless now, my hair whipping around my face, the sky and the water were the only things I could see. I planned to just take a walk around the block like I usually did, to pretend my depression wasn't bothering me anymore for my mom's sake. But something drew me to the bridge, just a few blocks away from my home. I stood on the edge for what felt like hours. I watched the tide roll out for the night and thought about how my mom would love to watch the sunset from here. My mother. I couldn't help but feel a small amount of guilt for her. Her daughter disappearing in the night, maybe in a few weeks her daughter's body would wash up on the shore and she would have to come confirm it's me. Pale, blue, and dead. She would cry, and blame herself... As much as she tried to be there for me, it wasn't enough. Not for my mental illness. Nothing ever was.
I closed my eyes as the water came closer to me. I felt like it was all in slow motion. I just wanted this all to be over. For good.

Mental Illness - a force to be reckoned with.

WARNING: this story may contain events or thoughts that may be triggering. Please read with caution.