Grim Reaper

I remember the time when I halted on my way to death. Atop a building I stood, looking at the people that goes on about their businesses. No one can see me. Maybe because I am 23 floors above and no other building as high as this is around this dirty, gray, place. Wind ruffles my hospital gown like a laughter of death waiting for me to come and reunite with him.

I can imagine how the nurses and doctors below were panicking about my sudden disapperance and I’m sure that it would only take a while before they find me here. I must jump. However, as I walk towards the edge, a voice resounded: ‘Are you sure?’ It's deep voice echoing and a sudden gust of wind had caught me panicking. I looked behind me and saw the doors leading to the stairs still closed and no one else around. I walked towards the end of this misery, and the voice spoke in my ear again: ‘Why?’ His clear, deep voice echoing within my heart.

“Who’s there?” I asked in panic.

‘Aren’t you going to miss that life?’ The voice asked with a hint of longingness? ‘I have seen almost all kinds of death. Each still here residing within my head. I have felt their emotions when they die and the one who kills themselves are the one that has the most desire to stay alive. So, I’m asking you: Are you sure?’ “Y-No, what?! Yes, ofcourse!”

And so, I jumped. I don’t know how or why. I never felt my feet moving towards that edge that I am still three feet away. But, I fell. Slowly, as the pavement starts to go bigger and closer, I hear the shouts from below, their fingers pointing at me, horror visible on their faces.

I cried.

All my life passed in my mind. How my mother held my hand when I cried at school, how my father carries me on his back when we go to parks, how I held that graduation diploma with a medal hanging on my chest, my parents so proud that their faces can’t contain the tears and their smiles, and how I promised to their grave that I would be better after they died out of a car accident. “No. I don’t want to die.” And darkness fell.

I can imagine how my blood must have splattered on the ground and how much work it will take to clean all those mess up. I can imagine how my parents would be sad that I can’t be with them there on heaven since I killed myself and thus, am destined to be in hell.

‘As I thought.’ The voice resounded out of the deep darkness and I snapped my eyes open. My tears streaming down my face and I can hear the footsteps coming from the stairs towards me.

“Who are you?” I asked with my mind in a mess and is only able to utter those three words when I know I should have said two more: thank you.

‘A person that longs for the life I have lost.’ Is his last words.

The door snapped open and everyone stopped midway and carefully talked me away of the edge. Atleast, that’s what they planned to do, but I ran and hugged a person among those lot that I haven’t seen for five months since I’ve been admitted to this mental hospital: my husband.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” My words keep repeating itself as I sobbed my pain and my consciousness slowly getting back to me.

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-V