Soaring in the sky.

A short beginning to an end.

The bitter cold wind is tickling my face, and the vicious waves are spraying the front. It is a bad day today, for many reasons. I smile to myself, knowing fully what idiotic yet in my eyes relieving deed I am going to do today. Depression clouds over me, throttling me with all its might. You see, looking at me, you would think I am a happy, bubbly person, as most people do. Yet I am a person of secrets, I am a person of regrets. All feeling has lost me now, I am numb, pain has always been my greatest foe.

The lightning makes itself known overheard, spiralling and crackling its way along the skies. This angry place suits my mood. I think to myself, if I had more sense, if I had more humanity, would I still be here today? Had I not done the awful thing which shattered my life into a million pieces, would I still be a shadow of a person, like I am now?

Sweet release is getting closer now, I can feel it. The time will be right soon. Just a few more minutes I say to myself, not letting cowardice get the better of me. I am no longer human, I am incapable of feeling any remorse whatsoever. Taking a deep breath, I stand up from which stone I was perched upon. It is almost my time to soar, it is almost time for me to be happy.

And so, I take my last breath. I jump. I spread my wings. I soar. I die.

Author's Note

My first.