Prologue: Freedom at Last
Maybe things in life can't be defined into a single moment when they all manage to just work out and become okay. They pile up on you and in that one split second when you can't handle it anymore, you snap and see a different picture. You used to think that everything was too much, now you see that by eliminating yourself out of the equation that the problems all disappear. If only she hadn't done that, or if he had done it differently; maybe then you wouldn't feel this way. Right?
I eyed the traffic nearly blurring past me. All it would take is two or three steps, and then I would end everything that had been troubling me. No more heartache over a guy that was supposed to be someone I could count on. No more problems. I would be free.
All my senses had turned off, I just wanted it all to end, I was sick of hurting. I was so sick of pretending that I was okay with everything going on in my life. Sick of lying to my father; telling him that I was happy when I obviously wasn't. But then there was him, the guy I always thought I could count on, would be there no matter what.
His face lingered in my mind, his grey eyes staring at me.
What are you doing? You don't do this sort of thing! His voice echoed in my mind. A broken smile took over my face. If only I could really hear him, if only he was really here. But he's not, and with that smile still on my face and his eyes still blazing in my mind...
I took a step out onto the road, within moments it was all gone. Within moments, I had it all.
Freedom at Last