While I’m falling asleep watching the leggy blonde on Countdown select random squares for the numbers game, X pulls her car over to the side of the road and bursts into tears. It’s been coming all day. Longer, really. With both hands on the steering wheel, she leans forward and hides her face from those on the sidewalk and the vehicles passing to the side of her. She’s crying hard. That type of crying where snot streams from your nose and you start retching and can’t stop no matter what. After a few minutes, she wipes her face with her sleeve, raises her head and then cries some more. It’s quite nice out, but she’s too far gone to care. At the moment I close my eyes and pass into the zone, she digs her fingernails into the palms of her hands and sucks on mouthfuls of air but it’s not enough. Removing the inhaler from her bag, she takes a few puffs then slumps in her seat not looking at anything in particular. She couldn’t even if she tried for her hair’s fallen in the way. Sometimes she thinks about killing herself. Imagines leaving this world behind in some romantic burst of glory, but she won’t do it. She’s a child of God, after all, and he don’t deal in those who throw away his gift. So she sticks around and breaks down, but she’s got a beautiful soul because she feels what there is to be felt, and that makes her something special in a world that cares little for tenderness. Pulling herself together, she closes her eyes and focuses on a point in time known only to her that helps her get her shit together. Opening them again and lighting a cigarette, she smokes half of it before winding down the window and flicking what’s left into oncoming traffic. Checking her reflection in the rear-view mirror, she tries remembering the name of that woman photographed after jumping to her death from the top of the Empire State Building. The world’s most beautiful suicide they called her.
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Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
I’m sitting here with tears in my eyes after reading this. So. So good. Thank you….
I take it as a great honour that my words were able to touch you in such a way x
There was much that I identified with here. It was in a time long ago and it’s always with me, and being reminded of it is not a bad thing. It is good to remember the bad times because otherwise, we’re just like those countless wankers who don’t think or feel or give a shit.
Thank you, Stephen. You touch my heart.
You inspired me to write. x
I’m touched and delighted, Allane x
Exactly. I avoid those who don’t remember where they’ve been. And there are so many who will do anything to not embrace their troublesome footsteps.
It’s a wonderful thing you showed courage in not wanting to be like everyone else x
Ditto! ❤
This touch my heart so much. Thank you so much. 💙
Thank you! I’m touched that it did 💙
god this is fucking beautiful and I appreciated your reaction. To just let her be. Not change her or talk her through it. Just being there in the flesh. I’ve been her a thousand times. Perhaps I still am, if I’m honest. Thank you for sharing this.
I’m so pleased you enjoyed it, and that it resonated with you. I think these moments are where we’re at our most beautiful. It hurts, but showing weakness makes us real. To embrace that takes a lot of strength. Most don’t, but the good ones do x
There’s, that defining moment between making the decisions to end our own lives, and there’s, that pull toward life, the endless number of possibilities, of things we would miss out on if we kill ourselves, and that, i think, is what keeps us going, wanting to find out what comes next, and, the thought of regrets of what we would miss out on, if we kill ourselves, that’s keeping us here on this planet still…
Yes. There may be times when we feel as if there’s nothing to live for, but once we’re gone, there’s no coming back. Fighting for the small things is what we should look for each and every day.
A very heart wrenching instalment!
Thank you very much, my friend 🙂
Beautifully written … emotional, obviously, but intense and real. I’ve felt like that, though didn’t smoke afterwards, but have pulled over and stopped driving in order to let it all out. Very tough. Very much needed. Very cathartic
I’m touched you felt these words reached out to you and were relatable. Such moments can either make us or break us. We either take a deep breath and carry on, or sit around waiting for the grim reaper.
💫🌸👌🏼
A wonderful piece of writing!
Thank you, my friend!