At this point, my brain had been turned off for a while. I found a vacuum seal bag for clothes and I walked to the park from The Firebird Place. I didn't bring shoes with me, so my feet were sore. I walk to the concrete pathway that Jonas had saved me on once before. I took out my phone and turned off cellular data, so no one could track me.
I got to the middle of the concrete pathway and looked at the water in front of me. It was almost pitch black where I was standing. All of the light resided on the land that surrounded the pond, but struggled to make its way in. Nothing was in my mind except for the promise of the release of my pain and sorrow. I then began to strip my clothes. First my shirt. Then my skirt. Then my underwear. Then the tape that hid the part of me that I didn't recognize anymore. I was now bare to the world.
I put all of my clothes into the vacuum sealed bag and sucked all the air I could out of it. I then put the bag in the water in front of me and made sure it was going to sink. It was. It was out of my sight before I had the chance to take it back. I then walked back on the platform until my ankles were almost hanging off.
My feet then quickly began to move off the pavement in a speedy motion. By the time I was in the air nothing filled my head except for thoughts of Jonas. Memories of us spending time together flash through my head like a slideshow presentation someone is moving through too quickly. By the time my feet touched the water.
I was scared.
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The Acceptance of Change
Teen FictionThree teens struggle to accept the true nature of themselves and almost die trying.
