The Final Step

Warning: Dark Content

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"Ugh, today's the day." I say as I mark the final day off the calendar. It's all gray the pen and the paper, the walls the building it was all gray. Finally overwhelmed by all the crap that happens every day-- bullying, harassment, neglect, disrespect, mistreatment, and overall being treated like a piece of garbage-- And... and 'that' I didn't really expect to happen, I was just venting. But I guess it went on for to long. With the overwhelming guilt from that on the top of the stack it finally pushed me over the edge.

I had really contemplated how I wanted to die, suffocation just seems so painful. I thought flames might lighten the mood (kill me... oh wait) but reminded me a little to much of hell. By blade seemed too cliche, although seppuku sounded deserving because I did bring dishonor, but in the end I wanted it to be instant. Without access to a gun, I had searched my town but there were no building's tall enough for my current situation. I end up fishing what's left of my cash and take the bus to downtown I enter the building that contains my office and secretly enter the stairwell. From there well I just walk up the stairs and out of the door leading to the roof. Now I almost hesitated but I didn't want to end up in that situation where there's firemen and someone coming up behind you to talk you out of it so I just dive, head first to make sure I'm not back later.

I wondered what I looked like as I fell, was it graceful like a swan gliding over the surface of a lake, peaceful like a spring bird in... spring, or cold like a raven or a croe. As for my life flashing before my eyes, well it just made me not regret what I was doing in my last moments, my life was bad. Now, If there was anyone left who cared about me, I would definitely feel regret, after all it's what made me hesitate up to now. Despite even the people who 'cared' about me making me feel like a living piece of scum, I still cared enough to not want to make them feel guilty. I'm too nice and maybe even naive. But who cares now, no really I'd like to know if there was anybody left, but nobody answered the call. It was stormy today and the wind was chillingly cold against my face and the speed of my descent made it feel blisteringly hoy all at the same time. As I watch my surroundings slowly fade I decide to just close my eyes...

And then I hit the ground.