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July 15, 2019
Lake Bridge, 12:03 a.m
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The piece of paper crumpled in his fists as he felt his chest tightened, he tries to breathe properly but realized it doesn’t even matter. Trying to stop his panic attack in his last moments seemed fruitless, heck, maybe this will help him get over his fear of heights.
If his house had another floor that could have helped him make an actual impact on his body then it would’ve been easier, he shouldn’t complain though, drowning is his only option now.
Virgil took in a shaky breath and stared at the ever streaming of water below the bridge that he was standing on. Virgil took a quick look at his note and kept it in one of his pockets.
‘I was never okay. I never was alright, or good or happy. I wanted to be happy but the things that have been going on just made me feel worse, even before mom died.
You were supposed to be my dad, I wish things were better cause if it were, mom would still be here.
I can’t believe that the only time I’ll ever be brave enough to actually say the things that I’ve always wanted to tell you are written in my suicide note. It’s almost laughable.
I never wanted to let you down but every day you keep giving me these dirty looks that just make me feel so bad about myself. I tried to stay alive for mom, she would’ve wanted that but I can’t carry on anymore. I don’t have anyone, I never had you in my life, I only had mom. Now, I’ll be able to join her and leave this miserable life. Maybe you’ll finally be happy now that I’m gone.
So long and goodnight.’
After he ran away from home with a harsh, red hand mark on his face in the middle of the night, this was his position, standing at the edge where he was holding on the railings behind him.
He took a deep breath; his tears seemed to flow out freely, limitless and unstoppable. He slowly let one of his arms go.
This was it.
He let go and fell.
Suddenly, he felt regret.
He gasped when the cold water hit him, the water filled his lungs. He couldn’t swim. He fought against the water and tried to swim but the current took him away from the surface, his arms were slowly growing tired and so were his eyes. His panic and fear slowly subsided and was taken over with tiredness and peace. Maybe this wasn’t so bad.
This, after all, was his end.