Suicide Alternative
Chapter 2
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My name is Lina. I am here to die. I looked up at the sky. It was raining. Just like it had on that night. It seemed so fitting, for it to rain right now. Rain brought back memories. It reflected my pain, and my sorrow. I lifted my head, removing myself from my melancholy reverie. It was so late. I stood on the driveway. I wasn't sure if he was even home or not. 'What if he refuses me? What if he... doesn't do exactly what I ask for?' Then I remembered that even if that happened, I would always find an alternate method. For instance, that cliff I passed on the way here should suffice. 'I doubt I could survive that.' I tried to steel myself to my decision, but each step felt like there were lead weights on my ankles. I felt the nervousness build up inside me, and I felt sick. It was getting very cold. I could feel fatigue setting in. 'No! I have to keep going! I want this... I know I do...' Tears fell then. Small and silent. They mixed with the rain.
Lina walked up the stairs. She looked at the door. Raising her hand she knocked. The stress was getting to her, as she felt increasingly sick with each tap. She wanted to end this feeling. Her knocks became more urgent and more frequent. The darkness was beginning to close in on her, when she just heard a faint noise.
"Yeah, yeah... Geez, I'm coming!" Footsteps were heard. Lina held onto the doorframe for support. He opened the door and she strained her eyes open to see him. They widened when she was greeted with the sight of a man, who was fairly good looking. His brownish gold hair looked damp and tousled.
"Morten Rainey..." Lina said, gasping to stay conscious. He replied an affirmative, looking utterly confused. "Please..." The darkness came now as she fell, the stress and foreboding becoming too unbearable. He grabbed her, worry expressed on his face. She closed her eyes and fainted after whispering the words:
"Kill me."
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