I knew he’d do it ya know,

He told me….

“Your joking! " I told him, “I don’t believe you!” I would shout.

“I hate my life, and I’m ruining yours..” he would say in a dark, sullen tone. He had ran his fingers through my hair, “I love you sis…”

It wasn’t until July 3rd, My birthday, I found him floating from the ceiling of our library. My favorite place, how ironic…

Now I stare at my feet, rain dripping on my head. I begin to stare up at the cloudy sky, my parents along with others shout “No” and “don’t” up at me.

But I’m not listening. I have my own plans.

I inhale the musky scent deeply, and look down. I smiled, the gravel on our lake-house driveway looked inviting, a pool in a dark world.

Air wooshes my hair past my face, oh it’s cold.

My stomach does flip flops as I feel my favorite feeling. that tickles!

And like a man at the noose, I have my last words before plunging into the gravely reservoir:

“I’m coming brother..”