The rain poured heavily in the night sky, thunder and lightning in its pursuit. But that was the last thing on Katrina Monroe's mind. She finished what she was writing and stood up, looking around one last time. When her lip quivered, she knew she had to hurry, because if she didn't, she'd give up on giving up. When she stepped outside, she didn't mind getting wet. She ignored the seeping cold that somehow made its way through her multiple sweaters. Her shivers meant nothing to her. The only thought in her mind was 'get to the bridge, Katrina. Just get to the bridge and it'll all be over…'.
Her heart thumped loudly in her fear, but she wasn't afraid of what she was about to do. No, she was afraid of how her parents would react. And her sister. Sonny was only the best little sister a girl could have. Nothing could shut up the little monster. It made Katrina smile, thinking of playing with her twelve year old sister. But it also made her cry, like her tears wanted to join the rain that was streaming down her pale face.
The therapist had been no help to her. She told him everything.
"I feel like I'm slowly dying… but from the inside. Like I'm fading away from this world." She remembered telling him.
That was on her first visit; the visit where she was diagnosed Melancholic Depression. The therapist told her that was the reason she had lost interest in singing. It was the reason she no longer felt like watching her crush, Aidan. And now, she was sick of living. She was tired of it.
The cuts on her wrists were getting deeper. They were also harder and harder to hide from her family. Her mother was starting to get curious about her daughter, wondering why she was never hungry, why she rarely talked. But tomorrow morning, her mother would know, as would her father. Katrina didn't expect Sonny to understand it yet. How could she? She was only a little girl after all.
The old wooden bridge was in sight after a few minutes of walking. She could already hear the water rushing, flooded because of the constant rain. But she had planned it like this. Everything was going according to the plan. When her muddy boots hit the bridge, a loud thump sound echoed in the silence, making her flinch slightly.
When she was in the middle of the bridge, she froze, closing her eyes, letting a few more tears escape before brushing them away with her wet sleeve, only smearing the tears around instead.
Her wrists still hurt from today's cutting. The cuts were worse than ever, dripping more blood than Katrina thought possible. It made her weak, but still, she had enough strength to climb up and over the wooden railing, so she was facing the water. The rushing waves echoed into her ears as she closed her eyes, inviting her to join them.
She was eager to join them. With one last breath, she turned around and spread her arms out, letting herself fall. When her back hit the water, she knew it was over. She didn't' struggle; she didn't fight. The waves grew stronger, dragging her to the bottom. And slowly, ever so slowly, her breath left her, until she had no more oxygen left. Her limp body was carried with the waves, tossed around like a doll.
Sixteen years proved to be too much for Katrina Elizabeth Monroe.
A/N= This is a story I'm actually working on. Like a book story. I've only changed the names and stuff. Anyways, tell me what you think! Please review! :D