Good-Bye
Tears streaming down her face, she sat perfectly parallel at her antique desk, writing the most important letter of her life. She wrote furiously across the notebook paper, and as the letter progressed, it became stained with her tears and blood. Every couple of minutes, she reached over to her sunshine yellow tissue box, so she could dry her brown hopeless eyes. With a quivering sigh, she was done and read her piece of art once over for good measure.
Dear Family,
I can not do this anymore. All journeys must one day come to an end. I have decided to end my journey of hopelessness and desperation early. I have tried to live a happy life. I've tried to find Love. God. Peace. All of my labors have been to no avail. In the end, I am no better than when i first begun. I have searched and found no point to this life. After these seventeen years, one would think there would be something, anything that could relieve my mental anguish. Some days it feels as if i have lived beyond my years. The journey has just begun, yet i'm already so tired. I see no light in the distance of this endlessly back tunnel. Nothing can release me now, but the sweet, open arms of Death. You know I have struggled. I'm throwing in the towl and no one is able to stop me, pull me back from the edge. I hope you can find some comfort in knowing there will be one less mouth to feed, one less person to worry over, and one less blob of useless space to cover this earth. Hopefully, by the ime we meet again, I have found the peace that i have long searched and pined for. PEACE is all I ever really wanted.
With my love,
Ann
Content with her message, she dried her puffy eyes for the last time and taped the letter to the wall with duct tape. "Oh, how i use to love duct tape" she thought. "Duct take could fix everything, but my broken soul." Without even a second thought, she pulled the loaded hand gun from her father's night stand. In a daze, she stumbled down to the dark, empty basement. It wasn't until she felt the frigid tile under her feet that she realized she had reached her destination. Ann figured it would be the best place to do it. No one would hear the gun. The tile would make it easier for the police to wash away her blood so one day, this all would be forgotten. It was a fitting end: being easily forgotten. The only people that could possibly remember her were her family. Only her family knew her silent struggle. They saw her for the shell of a person she really was, not the masked stranger of happiness everyone else saw.
Her tears were gone now. She wasn't afraid of what she was about to meet next. In fact, for the first time she could remember, she knew peace. She couldn't help but smile has she positioned the barrel of the gun to her throbbing temple. An unexpected shudder ran through her body after feeling the icy touch of the gun. With one last deep sigh, she pulled the trigger; and out of the trigger came peace.