She is sitting calmly in room 28. The means to her end are on the old-fashioned and worn bedside table.
She doesn’t feel any guilt or doubt about her decision. Why should she? She wants out and it’s nobody’s business but her own.
She feels nothing, although if probed, she would admit to a small sense of relief drifting through the vast nothingness that inhabits her.
Going under, leaving it all behind while the squawks of the seagulls echo outside her window feels – just – right. Exactly as it should be.
She specifically asked for room 28 – her whole purposeless existence and a smidgen of irony has led her to this very room.
In room 28, she is going to put an end to her 28 years on this earth – shuffle off this mortal coil – cut all ties to a world she cares nothing for.
In room 28, she is going to lay down and peacefully wait for the nothing to engulf her.
In room 28, time slows down and eventually stops as the outside world fades away.
Author’s note (how pretentious of me): as I was coming up to the top of a very steep street a couple of weeks ago, I was faced with this building I’ve seen hundreds of times before, and this idea suddenly came to me; what could be going on inside I wondered? And this tragic story popped into my head right there and then, standing in the sunshine surrounded by pedestrians and traffic. Why so morbid? I have no idea. But my ideas usually come out of nowhere like that (which makes me a total freak in the eyes of some, and an ‘artist’ in the eyes of others) and either fade away to nothing once I mull over them – or persist and keep nagging somewhere at the back of my mind which means they need to be told. This short tale was one of the latter.
In my eyes you are definitely an artist…there are so many people writing poems on their blogs…and many of them are brilliant…but for me your poems are definitely among the very very best…they always affect me and speak directly to my heart because the words you use make them so atmospheric and beautiful. ❤
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You’re awesome hugsy 😀
And you write *very* well by the way, which I’m not sure you’re aware of, I thought it needed saying again 🙂 ❤
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Thank you very much 🙂 To be honest, I wasn’t so sure of that because English is not my first language…I’m sometimes questioning whether I am able to express things the way I want them to be expressed. So your words really mean a lot to me ❤
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You’re doing a great job! English isn’t my first language either and I do (obviously) feel more comfortable with French so I know exactly where you’re coming from 🙂 ❤
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I would never have guessed that English is not your first language…I’m amazed at your mastery of the English language…after all you are able to compose perfect poetry in that language ❤
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Thank you, I am French but I do live in England now hence I really should be able to have a good grasp of English 😉
As for you, same! I would never have known! Are you actually German? I assumed you must be English and living over there. Your posts are clear and really well-written, I really had no idea ❤
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Thank you 🙂 yes I am actually German and have lived in Germany all my life (except for the five months I studied in England) 😉
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I truly like this and had a story of my own about an old love letter in a ditch and reading about their lives and the passion and love, however tender.
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Thank you – and sounds intriguing 🙂
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A wonderfully dark story. This is a perfect example of embracing an idea that comes to mind and putting it into writing. You have captured it forever 🙂 It’s lovely to have come across your blog.
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Thank you so much for your visit and taking the time to comment 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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A sad story but true. (Unfortunately I’ve had too many such “decisions” in my family)
In the end it is always an illusion. People who chose suicide think they will end the pain they feel.
They will not. They will just stop feeling.
A good story though.
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Thank you, and I’m sorry you’ve had to go through this too many times 😦
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C’est pas grave. C t il y a lomgtemps. Le temps fait parfois des merveilles. Bonne fin de semaine. 😊
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Bonne fin de semaine 🙂
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So powerful and own a personal level, I feel the sting daily
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😦
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Well, I think you’re an artist and I really like when you add the source of your inspiration. It provides some perspective around the story.
In this one, I like your description of the gentle drifting away.
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Thank you so much for this lovely comment 🙂
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great building
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