notes: auditory/visual hallucinations, suicide,

you stared at the floor beneath your feet. your heart was pounding in your ears, your blood roaring in it's veins. the rain pattered against your windows, the car engines humming lowly outside. your breathing was ragged and shallow.

so noisy. you wished it would stop.

in the distance, you heard your family's enraged screams, and as you strained to listen, it was gone and you were left in the lonely apartment on your own.

you shut your eyes. this was sad. this was sad. why was this so sad? you wanted to die, to get away from this fucking life, from this inescapable pain and shame and regret, and yet here you were, feeling pitiful and lonely. how you wished to feel the warmth of another body, of another person beside you. you yearned for it because maybe then—maybe then you wouldn't be so pathetic.

you opened your eyes, and for a fraction of a second, you thought you saw someone, a tall figure, with gentle, sympathetic brown eyes, but it was gone as quick as it came.

your eyelids were getting heavy now. a cracked sob ripped out from your lips. you wanted to be held one last time before you died, your body was feeling cold. you wanted someone, anyone, to tell you that you did well in your life, that it may not feel like it, but you accomplished something, that you were loved and you won't be forgotten—

it's strange, you thought with your fading consciousness, the screaming, the cars, your pulse, everything had stopped. in your last moments, there was finally some silence.