Last Moments
I have decided that if you are going to read this, you must listen to this song as you read it.
Lost Soul
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WnlF30TnW0&search=Negative
Last Moments
A pool of Blood surrounded her broken form. Alone and afraid she is. Her chest is heavy. It feels like there are a ton of bricks pressing down on her. She can hardly breathe. She is cold. It is warm out here, but she is freezing! Her head hurts, her arms hurt, and her legs. Her legs! She can’t feel her legs! Why can’t she feel them?!? She tries to lift her pounding head but a searing pain races through her neck so she gives up. So much intense pain! Why is there so much pain? She tries to remember what happened and slowly her memory comes back to her.
She had been running. Away from someone? No, she had been running from how she felt. Running from her life. Then she had been climbing a staircase. How long was it? 5, 6 stories? She didn’t remember. But when she had reached the top, she was relived. She opened the door and the warm air hit her face. She was on a roof. Slowly she began to walk leaving the door behind her open. She was trembling, not so much from fear as most people would have been, but excitement and anticipation! This had been important, something she felt she had to do. 10 feet away from the wall and her mind was racing. 5 feet away and her heart was pounding. 2 feet away and her legs began to go weak. 1 foot away and she was second-guessing herself. She took one more step and found her strength again. She had reached the half wall. She had placed her hands on top of the wall and looked down over the side of the building. The sight was breathtaking. The lights of the city below sparkled beautifully. She again second-guessed decision, but no. She could not turn back now. There were people and places in this city that she wanted to leave behind. Events that she wanted to be able to forget forever. Terrible things that made her hurt herself every time she thought about them. She had taken her right hand off of the wall and lifted her left sleeve away from her arm. Softly she caressed her tender arm. Looking down, she gazed at all the scars and cuts in various states of healing. She had not been proud of them, but they had taken away her pain. If only for an hour at a time. Slowly she peeled her sleeve back down. Looking back to the city she sighed deeply. I have to do this. I have to. There is no other way. Carefully she lifted her body up onto the half wall and stood up. The sight below her was inviting. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. True she was afraid, but her mind was made up. She smiled to herself as a tear slipped down her cheek. Then she had jumped away from the edge of the building. Terror gripped her heart as she sped through the air and as the ground came ever closer to her body. Then she had hit the ground with a loud thud and cracking sound and passed out.
Now she was regretting what she had done. Silent tears spilled down her face. There was one person who she had forgotten to think about before she jumped. One person who she had loved and who had loved her more than anything in the world. One person who would truly miss her. One person who could have helped her.
“Angeline,” she whispered. And then everything went dark. No more pain. No more sorrow. No more memories. Nothing. She was gone.
Someone found her body twenty minutes later and called the police. They came to the scene and searched her body for identification. They found it in her back pocket.
Ileane Grace
Age 24
Brown hair
Blue-green eyes
Slim and very pretty
‘Such a shame. Such a waste.’ The officer thought.
Three days later, a funeral was held for Miss Grace. All of her family was there. Her mother, her father, all of her siblings, her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. All of her friends form work, from home, and from her childhood were there. They all cried. They all missed her more than she could know, but none more so than her girlfriend.
Angeline White sobbed hard as she got up from her seat to say a few words. When she finished, she turned to the casket and gently kissed her lover’s lips.
“Why did you leave me? What was so horrible about this life that you had to end it? What was so terrible that you couldn’t tell me about it? I love you Ileane. More than I think you knew.” She took a ragged breath and slowly closed the lid on her girlfriend forever.
END
Lost Soul
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3WnlF30TnW0&search=Negative
Last Moments
A pool of Blood surrounded her broken form. Alone and afraid she is. Her chest is heavy. It feels like there are a ton of bricks pressing down on her. She can hardly breathe. She is cold. It is warm out here, but she is freezing! Her head hurts, her arms hurt, and her legs. Her legs! She can’t feel her legs! Why can’t she feel them?!? She tries to lift her pounding head but a searing pain races through her neck so she gives up. So much intense pain! Why is there so much pain? She tries to remember what happened and slowly her memory comes back to her.
She had been running. Away from someone? No, she had been running from how she felt. Running from her life. Then she had been climbing a staircase. How long was it? 5, 6 stories? She didn’t remember. But when she had reached the top, she was relived. She opened the door and the warm air hit her face. She was on a roof. Slowly she began to walk leaving the door behind her open. She was trembling, not so much from fear as most people would have been, but excitement and anticipation! This had been important, something she felt she had to do. 10 feet away from the wall and her mind was racing. 5 feet away and her heart was pounding. 2 feet away and her legs began to go weak. 1 foot away and she was second-guessing herself. She took one more step and found her strength again. She had reached the half wall. She had placed her hands on top of the wall and looked down over the side of the building. The sight was breathtaking. The lights of the city below sparkled beautifully. She again second-guessed decision, but no. She could not turn back now. There were people and places in this city that she wanted to leave behind. Events that she wanted to be able to forget forever. Terrible things that made her hurt herself every time she thought about them. She had taken her right hand off of the wall and lifted her left sleeve away from her arm. Softly she caressed her tender arm. Looking down, she gazed at all the scars and cuts in various states of healing. She had not been proud of them, but they had taken away her pain. If only for an hour at a time. Slowly she peeled her sleeve back down. Looking back to the city she sighed deeply. I have to do this. I have to. There is no other way. Carefully she lifted her body up onto the half wall and stood up. The sight below her was inviting. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. True she was afraid, but her mind was made up. She smiled to herself as a tear slipped down her cheek. Then she had jumped away from the edge of the building. Terror gripped her heart as she sped through the air and as the ground came ever closer to her body. Then she had hit the ground with a loud thud and cracking sound and passed out.
Now she was regretting what she had done. Silent tears spilled down her face. There was one person who she had forgotten to think about before she jumped. One person who she had loved and who had loved her more than anything in the world. One person who would truly miss her. One person who could have helped her.
“Angeline,” she whispered. And then everything went dark. No more pain. No more sorrow. No more memories. Nothing. She was gone.
Someone found her body twenty minutes later and called the police. They came to the scene and searched her body for identification. They found it in her back pocket.
Ileane Grace
Age 24
Brown hair
Blue-green eyes
Slim and very pretty
‘Such a shame. Such a waste.’ The officer thought.
Three days later, a funeral was held for Miss Grace. All of her family was there. Her mother, her father, all of her siblings, her grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. All of her friends form work, from home, and from her childhood were there. They all cried. They all missed her more than she could know, but none more so than her girlfriend.
Angeline White sobbed hard as she got up from her seat to say a few words. When she finished, she turned to the casket and gently kissed her lover’s lips.
“Why did you leave me? What was so horrible about this life that you had to end it? What was so terrible that you couldn’t tell me about it? I love you Ileane. More than I think you knew.” She took a ragged breath and slowly closed the lid on her girlfriend forever.
END