Aftermath

Disclaimer: This creative piece is rather dark. Proceed with caution and an open mind. Just a piece of writing and nothing more.

It was on her twentieth birthday that she decided to take her own life. She considered it her gift to the world that no longer loved her, sadly maybe the world never loved her to begin with. Two decades seemed like more than enough time to give things a fair shot.

People, countless people, would question her when she woke up. Some of them with pleading eyes would beg for answers she knew they weren't ready to hear. Others would come across as cold and clinical playing detective. What they all needed to understand but would all fail to was that there was no big mystery, no magic shows, no man behind the curtain. This was it. This is it.

There was no one event; rather her life had been a series of events leading up to THE EVENT. She tried so desperately to play by the rules others created for her even though they never made sense to her. The truth of it all is that there isn't a place in this world for everyone and she was smart enough to realize it sooner than most. It's okay, she accepted it and tried to move on. Why won't others accept it to?

Crooked fingers point at her while sharp tongues shout things like "coward" and "drama queen" and "phoney". They belong to the ignorant who will never understand the darkness she fell into. Good for them, she wouldn't wish her pain on anyone. It's so easy to judge a situation they know nothing about. It's easier to compartmentalize someone into something and shove it in a corner out of the way.

Silence behind her blackened eyes. Her breath slow and steady. White walls, white sheets, white people surround her yet all she can see is black. Who are these people? How can she identify others when she can't even begin to identify herself.

A survivor, but of what? It was her choice to leave yet her passport had been denied. Just because you have a heart beat doesn't mean you are alive. You cannot will life into the unwilling.