How It All Began – Esme's Story
Chapter One
I was there I saw it all. My first and only child died right in my arms. He didn't have a name or a first birthday. That is why I am here on top a cliff awaiting my fate. There is no happiness left in my life. My child was supposed to bring in with him into this world, but honestly all he brought was darkness. A new chapter in my horrible life. The thunderous waves broke my line of thought. If I was ever going to do it now was the time. I needed to end my life. That way all the sadness that is attached with my life with finally be free to ruin others days...weeks...lives. Sharpe winds wiped across my face sending the signal that now was the time. Without anything but a picture of my darling baby in my head I made the jump. My hair covered my eyes making it so only tiny spaces of the world to my eyes. But I didn't need to see I simply felt. The ice cold waves chided me to the bone. The muscle of the water kept slamming me against the boulder. In the distance I heard people faintly saying..."Her over there", and then darkness took me. Death was mere seconds away.
I awoke in unfamiliar place. It was dark completely dark. I felt claustrophobic. It was true when my eyes finally adjusted to the darkness I was in a morgue. My whole body ached. I could barely keep my eyes open, but then I heard an "Oh my" and the morgue drawer was open. With the drawer opened I was faced with a god-like creature with pain and agony all over his face. Standing next to the table at which I lay on was a doctor? "Esme...mmmhh..."the doctor said. Then without another word I was picked up in his strong arms and we leaped from a fourth story window. I was ready for more pain then I already had, but we merely landed with a little thud. Suddenly he was running an unremarkable speed. The green trees were blur as we sped on by. The pain of my fall was full-force now. I knew death was finally on its way. So I closed my eyes and waited for peacefulness and heaven. Instead I got a burning pain on my neck a thousand times stronger than my broken back and legs. All I could comprehend was to scream and so I did. In response I heard "I'm sorry Esme, I just couldn't let you die." I knew those words for from the doctor and they were comforting, but it still didn't take the fire that was burning its way through my body.
---Three days later---
It was coming to an end. I felt it the raging fire finally subsiding. My broken weak heart did two more beats and then my eyes fluttered open to a new world.