She's Gone...

Gaea laid in bed, staring at the roof, with tears rolling down her eyes. ‘How could everyone do this to me?’ she thought ‘Why me..?’. She slowly got out of bed and got dressed in dark grey clothing, matching her mood and walked outside into the pale morning sunlight. More tears roll down her cheeks, glistening in the sunlight, one droplet hits her foot and she sprits in no particular direction. She then runs into a tree, bursting her forehead, blood gushing down her face, intertwining with the tears. The two moods she had felt today, sadness and pain were becoming more physical, she wanted to end this… This pain and misery she has withstood for years. Gaea couldn’t take it anymore, she had attempted suicide many times, all resulting in a fail, but this time she thinks she can do it, she can end this pain today.

Sadness is what she felt when she was born, sadness is what she will feel when she dies. Gaea entered the woods with glass and rope, she wandered into the most dense part of the wood. No-one would find her here, she created a noose out of the rope and placed it around her neck. Gaea climbed a tree and tied the rope around a sturdy branch, throwing the glass to the ground (If the rope wasn’t on tight enough, she’d fall on the glass). Watching it shatter, Gaea thought to herself ‘The glass… It’s like me, the two of us… The same…’. She jumped off the branch and the rope tightening around her soft and pale neck, the air in her lungs… Slowly escaping her body… Soon enough the rope broke and Gaea landed face first in the glass. Gaea’s last thoughts were: