Her lips quivered, it wasn’t as easy as she thought it would be. She knew she wanted it to end, all of it, her life, her existence…she didn’t need it anymore; no, she wasn’t needed anymore.
Her younger sister was a banker with a handsome husband, her baby brother just passed the bar and got engaged, and she? She was nothing, a nobody, stupid even. Her receptionist’s job now seemed a trial, surrounded by perfunctory smiles at work and judging eyes at home; yes, she still lived at home with her parents. Who cares? That’s what she told herself. But she did, she did care.
After endless crying sessions in the bathroom and thoughts of an early death, here she was, ready to go through with it.
She peered shakily over the edge of the water tower, her throat dry and legs trembling. All at once the tears started to flow; no, she couldn’t go through with it. Why? Because as with everything in her miserable life, she was a failure.