Darkened Nights

The icy cold water of the shower races along your skin, leaving trails of goose bumps. Your breathing is shallow; your heart works endlessly to pump life support through your veins. Your mind is numb; your world desolate. One unnoticeable tear glides down your cheek, mixing with the water that cascades upon you. A sudden wave of fatigue hits. You lean against the tiled shower wall, attempting to clear your head. You stand under the steady stream of water asking yourself, how? How the hell did you get here? What could have pushed you so far to that breaking point? What dared you to jump off that edge, made you come so close to taking that leap?

You’ve stood by and watched as your entire world crashed down before your very eyes, dying to scream out, yet silenced by the dark fear twisting inside you; the fear of the unknown. Everything’s gone. Everything you’ve ever known was taken from you, and you were left abandoned and helpless. Every time you picked yourself up, you were knocked down again. Every time you screamed out for help, your ears were met with deafening silence. So why scream now?

You take a shaky breath and reach out a trembling hand to turn off the streaming water, brushing away the drenched hair that sticks to your forehead. You close your eyes tightly, trying relentlessly to block out the dark thoughts that constantly invade your head. You stand alone, asking yourself, how? How the hell did you get here? What could have pushed you so far to that breaking point? What dared you to jump off that edge, made you come so close to taking that leap?

You ask yourself why you didn’t.

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