Short Stories

Lovely morning

She slipped her old converse on, and tiptoed out the door; a bag full of secrets on her back. She started at a quick walk, soon advancing to a sprint. She'd been waiting for this day for years. She focused on the sound of her heart pounding in her heart, and the pounding of her ripped shoes slapping the pavement. She quickly reached her destination. She wasn't relaxed yet though; quite the opposite. Her breath sped up and her hands clasped together. "Right," she thought to herself, trying to steady her breath. Tears ran down her face; this has to go to plan. She placed herself on her favourite part of her favourite park. The dizzy-circle-spinny-thingy. She pulled her bag out. Pulling out one thing and leaving the only other thing in the front compartment of the bag. She slid her index finger across the kitchen knife's blade. It looked so out of place, in this joyful looking playground. She sighed and whispered a wish to herself; "May all those who loved me, be loved; save those who need saving; and may those who belong near me, stay near me. Let the ones I love grieve, but don't let them cry, don't let them remember," tears fell rapidly, as her whisper became quieter. The sky was too bright today; for such a tragedy to soon happen. She glanced at it, admired it as she raised the large knife to her neck; I deserve it, she thought. With one last breath, she pressed the knife harder and in one swift movement sliced her neck open; cutting her breathing off straight away. She fell forwards, face planing the child's playground equipment. It's what she had wanted, right.