The Fallen

Prologue

Life is so precious, the thought that it can be taken away at any moment is insane. Why would someone ever think of not wanting to be alive, feeling, walking among this Earth? That's a question many wonder about. Even I ask myself this; I have multiple times. Some people would take away the part of their life where they blossom into better, brighter, and wiser people. Why would someone want to punish themselves so badly? What about your family; think of them. The thought of you ever being hurt or gone frightens them, so imagine if that actually happened? They would never forgive themselves. They would think it's their fault; that they weren't good enough ... even though that's most likely not the case. Then take into account how everyone you love and loves you would feel. They'd be depressed also thinking it's their fault. The thought of that is sickening, so now I wonder ... how could I have ever thought that death was the answer?

As I lay here, I wonder how things got this far and how things turned out so bad. To think that less than six months ago things were perfect ... it's crazy how things can change so quickly. How the strongest can become the weakest; the bravest the most frightened. The most trustworthy becoming the enemy; the unthinkable being done. Now I'm just another lost and confused teenager as I sit here with my battle scars up and down my arms. My stomach rather full, but not with food, with loneliness and emptiness. The bottle of pills is now empty ... why did I do that? Why did I take all those pills? Now I can't take it back, ever. I've done something permanent; I just completed my death wish. I regret this, I should've held on just a little bit longer. But I was hurting so much, life was hell and no one saw that. No one cared and no one noticed; I was so alone. No one could ever understand if I did tell them what was happening in my life that's why I just kept it inside. I let it build up from a little flame to a gushing fire that was burning me from the inside out; it wanted to be free, to be let out. It's been several minutes since I consumed those poisonous tablets I won't have much longer 'til death eats me alive. Oh no, what's that? My head, it's pounding. My vision, it's going blurry. I'm losing control of myself. I don't want to die, I want to live no matter how bad things get. I just wish I could take it back. My face is wet and my eyes are full of tears as I lay on the floor slowly dying 'til my eyes close as I fade away and give in to death.