This is a little kind of... story? I guess. Its just something I pass the time with so if I stop writing, and you want to read more, leave a comment and request it.I'll write another story I suppose, one to fit a request if you'd like.
Suicide Notes
The pen slid across the paper, leaving a trail of black ink as Elizabeth scratched her name into the closing of one of her many suicide notes. Except this one was diffrent, she planned on carring out this one.
After slideing her knife across her finger and letting blood drops fall on the letter for a few seconds, she left it on her bed and slipped out her window. Quickly shimmying down the tree trunk next to the house, she hit the ground and walked castualy down the rural paved road to the bridge near her house.
She carefully lifted herself onto the makeshift concrete rail and looked down into the clear water sparkling in the light of the luminous full moon shining over head. Her white linen dress was blowing in the wind, along with her jet black hair. She stared, her eyes fixed on the jagged rocks below, at how fast the current was rushing in the middle of the small river.
Elizabeth, looking down, sighs quietly then, holding her arms motionless next to her sides and her legs completely straight, she allowed herself to fall. It seemed to last an eternity until finally she felt the icey cold water envelope her skin and mind. She opened her mouth to breath, but all she felt was a rush of stinging ice push into her mouth, takeing away her last breath.
She inhaled, allowing it to take her body and mind over. Feeling a rush of comfort and relief, she opened her eyes and let the remaining air out, so her body floated upward until it broke the surface. She felt herself slip into darkness, her heartbeat stop, and her breath slow. Then she was gone, completely lifeless, her corpse floating across the water outside the current. She'd finally found the peace she'd longed for.
Suicide Notes
The pen slid across the paper, leaving a trail of black ink as Elizabeth scratched her name into the closing of one of her many suicide notes. Except this one was diffrent, she planned on carring out this one.
After slideing her knife across her finger and letting blood drops fall on the letter for a few seconds, she left it on her bed and slipped out her window. Quickly shimmying down the tree trunk next to the house, she hit the ground and walked castualy down the rural paved road to the bridge near her house.
She carefully lifted herself onto the makeshift concrete rail and looked down into the clear water sparkling in the light of the luminous full moon shining over head. Her white linen dress was blowing in the wind, along with her jet black hair. She stared, her eyes fixed on the jagged rocks below, at how fast the current was rushing in the middle of the small river.
Elizabeth, looking down, sighs quietly then, holding her arms motionless next to her sides and her legs completely straight, she allowed herself to fall. It seemed to last an eternity until finally she felt the icey cold water envelope her skin and mind. She opened her mouth to breath, but all she felt was a rush of stinging ice push into her mouth, takeing away her last breath.
She inhaled, allowing it to take her body and mind over. Feeling a rush of comfort and relief, she opened her eyes and let the remaining air out, so her body floated upward until it broke the surface. She felt herself slip into darkness, her heartbeat stop, and her breath slow. Then she was gone, completely lifeless, her corpse floating across the water outside the current. She'd finally found the peace she'd longed for.