The End of it All

My name is Chris , not that unusual but I wasn't exactly considered normal. I was the son of a Charmed One and so naturally I inherited my mother's powers. My father is an Elder. He gave me some of the powers I have today as well. Leo loved my brother and mother but not me. He never had the time to care about my life. Today is the day of my fifteenth birthday and no one cared.

This morning I was ignored, not even a hello. Usually my brother, Wyatt, is there for me. Two months ago he became a typical high school jock. Wyatt suddenly went from being my loving, caring brother to a high school bully who didn't have the time of day for me. That was the beginning after Wyatt changed I began to come here more often. The highest pillar of the Golden Gate Bridge. I made cloaking spells and potions, no one can find me here.

In my hand a sharp athame is poised above my wrist. I know that they say those who commit suicide never rest but it has too better than this. I can't take being ignored, it's not like anyone will actually miss me. The blade cuts into my soft flesh, the metallic smell of blood fills my nostrils. This is nothing new. I've cut myself before, only this time I'm not going to walk away.

Done. Both cuts on my arms are deep. Sliding to the floor of the beam I try to hold on to the knife but my sliced arms don't respond. The sounds of the cars passing below are beginning to fade. I don't have much time left. Minutes at best. The wind starts to pick up. Oh no, it's getting stronger. I can't steady myself.

What had previously been minutes had just been turned into seconds as I plummet to the ground. Even as I see the tarmac fast approaching, I feel no regret. Instead of pain I saw peace. When I crashed into the bonnet of a car all there was left for me was oblivion.