by The Author
Sinister secrets spreads sorrow.
It was through the spread of rumors that I learned of this terrible truth. I knew these falsehoods and the intentional spread of misinformation about me were meant to destroy me. My whole life had been one of misunderstanding, isolation, and perpetual sorrow. This wouldn't be the motivating factor that would cause me to end my own life.
The myth of a cursed forest with a "suicide stream" had reached my ears, and I knew this would be my solution to the lifelong pain of being a misfit monster. I was fed up and done with life.
Provoked, I had been pushed, for too long and for too many times, into a perpetual state of sorrow, with no hope for a brighter tomorrow where I could actually love, and be loved, and actually feel real happiness and connection with the right spirits.
Clearly, I wasn't wanted here in this world anyway, so it was time to go. It would be too late for those who were "undecided" about me. Even those who were seemingly coerced by my haters into hurting me in some way could not be trusted. At this point, who realy could be trusted? Who was worthy to give my heart to? No one, it seems. Not anymore.
Wandering alone along an isolated and overgrown path, I came to the edge of a sickly, dense forest. The rugged terrain was overgrown with pale green moss and bacteria, and the trees were weathered and dying.
The path ended at the edge of the forest, as it seemed no one dared venture in there.
Without hesitation, and having already made the decision to proceed, I entered the legendary forest. It was all downhill from that point, as the sickly forest led downward toward a crevice that contained the stream.
The forest was dead silent. There wasn't a single sign of life. No birds chirping, no squirrels foraging for food. No nothing. The deeper in I went, the more the air felt heavy and stagnant, full of a deeply sinister sorrow spread across it.
I felt safe here, isolated from the constant onslaught of the world's "tests" and false accusations and pettiness and chaos.
After a 6.7 mile hike, I came to a ravine and I could hear the trickle of the stream nearby. Sitting atop some moss-covered boulders, I saw skulls and other bones sparsely scattered about.
As I got closer to the stream, the number of skulls and bones increased. It was a macabre sight to behold, and as I looked, I could see that the stream was red, flowing with blood and water.
I had reached my final destination, and I was relieved. No more loneliness. Just like the flow of the streem, time was flowing away, and I felt relief that no more time would be wasted for no reason.
I took my turqoise cup and filled it with bloody water from the stream, and drank it.
Immediately, I could feel fatique set in, so I went and laid atop a large boulder. As I began to fade into oblivion, I felt a sense of relief and peace. As I did so, I thought I heard a familiar voice call my name. At this point, I didn't care.
It was too late, and I was gone.
THE END.