I took a deep breath and jumped. I crashed into the cold ocean water. The waves and currents pushing me under. I didn’t resist. I could’ve swam to shore, saved myself. But instead, I let my arms and legs go limp.
My lungs were burning, screaming for air. But I just went deeper down. I had my eyes squeezed shut. Memories came flashing back, more painful than the burning in my lungs.
He was all I had. The only person who cared. Everyone else was so cruel to me. They turned my life into a living hell. But that was ok, because I had him. He would always make me feel better. I loved him.
But now he was gone. He told me he hated me and left. He, the only one I had, left me with such cruel words. I knew that if I wasn’t underwater, tears would be flowing, nonstop.
I knew I wouldn’t be missed. So I never told anyone goodbye. Not even my hateful parents. I breathed in the water, and started choking on it. It was becoming painless. Blissful.
So I swallowed more water.