The sky was a deep grey despite the time of the day, the clouds hung low in the sky, as if they could float down to the ground at any minute. The rain continued to fall in a light drizzle and crystals of clear water fell down the windows of the moving bus, like tears streaming down someones face.
I got off at the next stop, puddles of water splashed in every direction as I continued to walk through the streets. I opened up my old, broken umbrella and hung it low over my head and shoulders. The light rain made little patting sounds on the fabric of the umbrella, they were surprisingly soothing.
I walked on, splashing through puddles, making my feet soaked. I hesitated at the front of my house, before quickly continuing to walk along the street and towards the quiet and peaceful park.
I sat on the grass in the unoccupied park and watched as the sun fell below the horizon and the sky turned to a pinky-grey. I sat and watched the deserted, dark street that I could just see in the distance.
I sat and waited for the right time.
The pinky-grey sky that once signified dusk fell to a deep, eery black. The night was pitch black and the only thing I could see were the lit up windows of the trains that sped through the blackness. The moon was entirely invisible behind the thick, black clouds, the only reason I knew it was even there in the sky was because of the feint, white glow that came through the clouds from its bright shine.
I stood up, slowly, carefully. I walked over the the spot where I found the ground was muddy and the air smelt moist. I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath, thinking about all the misery that had brought me to this decision.
I left all my clothes on, I left my shoes on, I left my big, bulky rain-jacket on, I knew they would weigh me down, and i wanted that, right?
I took one step closer to the deep, brown, muddy pond, I braced myself.
I jumped.
I was instantly swept under the cool, earthy water, it soothed me. I held my breath for awhile before continuing to breath normally, as if I were up on the the surface, up in the world. Water filled my lungs and they screamed out in a burning pain, but I liked the fire. I hung there, limp, in the murky water and drifted of into a deep trance. I let the water sweep me under into a blackness that was blacker than the evil night sky.
I did not resurface.
