Short Stories of Love and Other Tribulations

Drown

I felt raw.

My head hurt, my body ached. I was vaguely aware of its presence for some time before its weight finally settled in. That weight, the burden I carried on my shoulders, was going to kill me. I knew it would. I was certain.

I let that certainty set in as I slouched farther into the water. I let it engulf me and fill in the small spaces as I moved. I was certain that this was how I would go. I wouldn't let some creature on my conscious tell me how to die. I would go how I wanted to.

I practically laughed at the thought. There I was, drowning myself because I couldn't handle the parasite in my head.

That was it; I'd finally gone crazy. I bet that leech had a fine meal out of me while I lasted. I sunk into the water again and let my eyes close. I would go the way I wanted to. Nothing could control me. I was alone and I was strong.

Perhaps, this is how it was always meant to be.