I set myself a limit
Twenty eight days
On the twenty eighth
My life would change
Or more likely
End
And so, on that day
I trudged down to the lake
With a bag
Water, and 6 prescription drugs
And I cried
And as of my selfishness
I cried some more
But, as I'd never been the lucky type
Someone heard me
And as a reached for the anti depressants
I heard a voice
Assuming it was God's punishment
I worked faster
It got louder
One, two, three
"That'll kill you, ya know?"
Four, five, six
"Miss are you okay?"
Seven, eigh-
"Miss, you must stop now."
The bottle disappeared
I reached for empty air
But that space was soon full
With something bigger
Something with life
"Miss, do you have anything to live for?"
I felt like a child asking for my bottle back
I answered
No. I never have.
"Not a friend? Not family?"
Why would I be friends with cookie cutter, plastic dolls
All the same
All to blame
The voice didn't leave
"Miss, is there a single thing in your life to live for?"
I wanted the voice to leave
I have a dog
"And that's it?"
Yes
"Then you won't be needing these."
My bag disappeared
And I was left
With empty space
And a full mind
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Author:
A Silver Sky (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: April 29th, 2018 04:54
- Category: Short story
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Comments3
Nice to read!
quit fooling around and feed your dog. I thought of suicide many times. if I was going to do it. I would have.when you reach the fine line you think differently.
I live with other people, he wouldn't starve...
Wow, I love this
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