Chapter eleven- Over the edge

Numb. That was all Esme felt. Numb. The ache one should have after pregnancy wasn't there. It was completely numb. All the pain Charles' had conflicted oh her, was numb. The only pain she felt right now was her heart- it had shattered into a million tiny pieces, and no one could ever fix it. Tears were cascading down her cheeks, but she was silent. The sobs inside her were painfully hard yet she ignored this. The darkness embraced her, comforted her- led her to the perfect place.

She looked out at the world from the edge of the cliff. Everywhere looked blissfully peaceful; no one knew the pain Esme was feeling at the moment- and she knew that this pain will never leave. The pain of Charles' abuse, the pain of her parents abandoning us, the pain of labour but above all... the pain of losing her son. It was this thought that made the word slowly sink into her mind.

Suicide

She had heard many stories of people committing suicide before. When she was younger, she couldn't believe people would leave such a beautiful world. When she was with Charles', she envied those people for being able to flee the world so quickly... and now she was going to join them. And she was going to join her son too. Her son, Carter. Her feet moved forwards til she was teetering on the edge.

" Momma's coming baby. Momma's coming." She whispered.
She turned around so she wouldn't have to see what she was about to do, stretched her arms out, breathed out for the last time and fell back. The air rushed against her skin and she had a thrilling rush through her veins until- She slammed into hard, jagged rocks. Blood was everywhere. On the rocks, on her dress, in her hair, on her body- everywhere. The darkness slowly began to engulf her and she smiled softly. Finally, she was leaving this world. Finally, she had gone over the edge. Finally, she was free.