Monday, May 13, 2013

No More


Good morning everyone. I hope everyone had a wonderful mother’s day weekend. On that light note, here is my Monday short: No More.

 
The razor slid across my wrist and I close my eyes and wait.

There is nothing; not pain, not screams. Soon I will be nothing, too. The nothingness my life has become will be an actuality. No more never quite getting it or people never quite getting me. No more worrying, and no more fear. No more.

I sigh. No more Joe, either. This will be hard on him. He looks up to me in a lot of ways, for what I have no idea, but I kind of like that he does. No more walks through the park on my way to school, no more taking black and whites on my grandfather’s old Pentax. No more greasy cheeseburgers from Gibbers. No more chances, no more hopes that something will get better.

I open my eyes and look at the blood streaming down my hand. Quickly I press my other hand over it to stop the flow. No more.