As I walk in the night sky, Negative thoughts run through my head
"Should I keep going."
"Is it even worth trying anymore."
These thoughts keep lingering in my mind. i noticed a park on my way home and decided to sit on the swing. I move lightly, just reminiscing on my past and how much I would change if I could go back.
"I really am pathetic..."
I say to myself as my eyes start to water but I stop myself from crying and continue heading home.
as I enter my apartment complex I get greeted by the security guard.
"How was work miss."
He said with a big smile and handed me green tea.
"Alright."
I accepted it and walked towards the elevator
"Have a good day."
"you too."
I said barely above a whisper, which I doubt he even heard.
"I'm home~"
I hanged my coat on the rack
"Did you miss me mom."
"because I sure miss you..."
I placed the green tea next to a picture on the table. I prepared to cook by cutting beef but I accidently cut my finger which stinged a little. I reach for tissue to cover my finger and clean up. I stared at my bleeding finger, lost in thought just watching the droplets hit the sink, I snapped out of it and covered the wound
after a few hours I laid in bed, scrolling through posts about my old friends on my phone
as the sun glare hits my face I'm forced to get up
"ugh..."
I pulled down the blinds and began my morning routine before heading to work.
"Bye..."
I said to the picture. I reach the lobby and the security greets me again
"Morning miss."
he said with a wide smile makine me wonder to myself how he's even able to have this much energy
"Morning."
I responded
"Have a good day."
he said as cheerful as ever
"You too."
as I walk pass the stores, as I look at the sky wishing I could just fly away from here i hear a faint scream before feeling a sharp pain in my abdomen, I look down to see a knife in my stomach and turned to the man who did it
"W-Why..."
I collapsed to the floor clutching my stomach
"I'm Sorry- I Didn't Mean to- Oh God..."
He said full of regret and guilt before running away
I laid there as bystanders record the scene
"I don't want to die."
my eyes started to water
"I-I Dont..."
as I look at my hand covered in blood, my skin began to feel cold and the world darkened little by little, even though I was dying a part of me felt at peace as I'm forced to be embraced in deaths arms.
it all went black.