[Trigger warning: suicide]
//Note: as this writing is on the darker side, I am worried it might not fit in a cozy place like this, and the only reason I’m posting here is that I don’t post anywhere else. I really enjoyed thinking through this concept, though if this writing is too depressing, I’m happy to remove it.
A figure lay spread eagle, rain pelting their body, caressed by the rough unforgiving pavement. The streetlights cycled but they knew nothing would be coming. Physical pain was now meaningless as they felt their sanity erode away.
They didn’t know why, but some time a few years ago every living being disappeared. While strange, the only remaining person fought tooth and nail to survive. Though as time ticked away they felt the isolation begin to crush their soul. After a few years and having fallen into a depression, they decided to end it all.
They pressed the handgun to their temple and resolutely pulled the trigger. And though a circle around their temple was burnt severely at the exit of the barrel, as well as a warm trickle of blood now traced its way down their face, they were still very much alive with brain intact.
The years passed and the person tried everything they could think of to end themselves, starting down a list of what they though would be least painful to most, but nothing worked. Even after starving themself, they woke up in a hospital bed with an IV.
Now they were doing the one last thing that brought them any solace, feeling the rain at night in a dense cityscape (it helped block out the lack of foliage). And as their emaciated body started giving out for the umpteenth time they asked again to the void, “How much longer will I keep my sanity?.. Please… Kill me.” and for the first time, the void answered.
Why do you want to keep it?
They no longer felt the rain on their skin. The question echoed for a moment, then faded sharply.
They cried out, “What do you mean!? Take my body! Destroy my mind! KILL ME, FOR FUCK’S SAKE! I CAN’T DO THIS ALONE, FOREVER!!”
The void, for a brief moment, felt small. One thought of a velvet capsule, encompassing lightyears, yet claustrophobic.
Then why do you keep doing it?
They screamed, echoes reverberating down the hospital corridors with no one to attest, rolling off the bed and collapsing onto the floor. Their IV became detatched, and saline pattered down and mixed with tears on the floor. A soft slurp sounded from the floor drain as it took the overflow.
They don’t know why they still cry.
[Dunno if this lines up with what you’re going for 🤷♂️]