Breathe Me

“Jason!” my voice echoed throughout the forest. At last he was gone; I was left alone in this cruel, cruel world. Sitting down behind an old dried out oak tree, I cried. Crying for hours until that one thought came to mind. The thought of a final decision to solve all my problems. Not temporary, or short term, but forever. Suicide. Wrapping a rope onto a strong, long thick brand hanging off a sliding down hill I tied a rope to it. If you looked over you could fall down on an angle, into complete dirt, could’ve almost past clay from the red/orange tint to it. My knot was made, I slipped the brown rope over my head, tight enough to wear it would not slip off. I stared up at the burry sky, in my eyes it turned grey. Taking one last breath I slipped off the hill, hanging there as my life slowly began to fade. Every memory of you, running through my head, disappearing quickly though. Like a burning book. It felt like a tunnel of darkness, but fading into a soft, bright light. Off in the distance I could hear a faint cry of my name. Unsure, my eyes were shut, and I couldn’t see anything. Was I dead or alive? Was I even breathing? Suddenly of what felt like a lifetime, I awoke to find myself in Brittany’s arms. She was sobbing and speaking of words I couldn’t understand. She grasped me in her arms, as I began to cry quietly to myself. I lay there, desperately, wishing I was dead. Why did Brittany have to cut the branch? Did I break anything? I couldn’t feel anything, as I gasped for air, crying some more. I didn’t care. Some say suicide is never the answer. You don’t know how that person is feeling until you walk a mile in their shoes. I myself, if you were to ask the question, would I do it again? In a heartbeat.