You're now in your bed. It's night-time, and everything is peaceful. The wind slowly blows the curtains though the open window, letting in that familiar night scent. The crickets creak, the owls hoot and you here faint cries of wolves in the distance. Everything is perfect. You're still not asleep, though.

You keep thinking about what happened at the field. What you wanted to do, before he came beside you. What was it that you wanted to do? Well, you simply wanted to stop feeling, to be numb, to not be hurt ever again. But what were you going to do to achieve that goal? That's the biggest question you've asked yourself. You've heard that other people wanted that feeling, that sensation of not having to worry anymore. You've heard what they did to reach that feeling.

Some got some rope, tied it together and at a high level, wrapping it around their necks as they let themselves fall into a peaceful slumber. Some got medication, and swallowed it all at once as they fell asleep forever. Some got something sharp, like a knife, and cut themselves, much like you do already, but much deeper, as their precious life oozed from them, resting eternally. Finally, some went at a body of water, like an ocean, and descended into the waters, the air from their lungs escaped them dozing off eternally.

You couldn't hang yourself, as you lacked of rope. You also couldn't overdose, as you had no medication. You were left with two options: Bleeding to death or drowning. You had a knife that you would always cut yourself with. There was also the ocean that you would stare at everyday, it was deep with full of waves. You didn't know what to chose. Harming yourself with that blade satisfied you every day, letting some form of release go as you watched that familiar red substance slid down your arms and wrists in amazement. The sensation of drowning felt overwhelming, as you let every last breath go, feeling limp and weightless, just like you could let everything go as your eyes closed, not wanting to wake up.

After some thinking, you decided to go with drowning. Harming yourself would cause a mess, causing everyone would know what you did, as blood would splatter all over yourself and your surroundings. You remembered how running out of air felt, when your mother got impaled as she pushed you and your brother in the cold, cold river. The feeling of the freezing water on your pale skin numbed you, as you felt nothing. As you released your last breath, bubbles flew right in front of you, letting water run down your throat and choke you. You felt more and more drowsy, the background becoming a blur as your eyelids felt heavier with every second that passed, until you passed out, a sensation of bliss enveloped you.

You turned around, sitting up in your bed as your legs fell to the side. You stood up, walking towards the door in only your t-shirt and short night pants, bare feet. You try to be careful not to wake up your roommate, as he's fast asleep, lightly inhaling and exhaling. You open the door, go out and close it behind you as you make your way outside. The night sky is beautiful; thousands of stars stain it, glowing in different sizes as no clouds pass by. The moon is out, at its full state, shining the path towards the ocean for you. There's a cool breeze, rustling the flowers beside you, some lightly touching you. The grass beneath you feels soft, as it brushing against your skin. You finally arrive at the same place you go to everyday. The familiar bright ocean, now a gloomy blue. The moon is reflected on its surface, the perfect spot to jump.

You lean forward, letting yourself fall, your feet losing balance as you- Then you remember something. Your roommate. You remember what happened here earlier, as he let you cry on his shoulders, holding you tightly against him. He let out his own feelings about you, he told you that he cared about you. His violet eyes, streaming with tears. He was crying about you. Someone, someone, actually cared about you. You thought about how he would talk to you, taking time out of his own life to be with you. He would let you talk about your problems and make you feel better about them. Then you remember something odd; when he leaned in towards you. He was so close to you, and he had never been that close before. What was he doing, you thought.

Then you started to think about how great it would be to let yourself fall into the water, as it overtakes your thoughts. You could just do it right now, and get it over with. Years of pain, suffering and sadness, gone. You look at the ocean again. It's as if the waves are saying; Join us! You'll feel nothing! No more hurt! Join us!

The thoughts of your roommate vanished, like thin air. Who cares about only one person, he'll probably just abandon you, just like everybody else.

You feel a falling sensation, your heart beating faster, becoming tight. Suddenly, coldness surrounds you. You've hit the ocean, plunging into the deep abyss. The freezing water brushes against your skin as you shiver. It's so cold! It's so cold, it's numbing you! You slowly start to feel nothing, letting out your last breath, water enveloping you, inside and out. You get number and number as you go further down, as you start to feel that familiar drowsy sensation. Your eyes become heavy, as you close them. Before you go into a deep slumber, you see a splash from above. You're not worried, though.

You're free.

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I LIED! It's not gonna be a two-shot. THERE'S GONNA BE MORE? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU! It's funny, since I never write, and now I do it more than expected.

Thank you to those who actually TOOK the time to read this piece of crap.

Thank you to my friends who read this, also. It's for relief of stress that I wrote this.

Thankyou SushiWithBlood and Paradigm of Writing, you guys are awesome friends :3