Thoughts screamed my name; shouting, yelling, pleading for me to jump. I panted my chest heavy and tight. I pull at my hair, yanking strings way with ease. My cheeks were stained red with toxic tears.
"Please! Stop screaming at me!" I shout, my voice breaking, cracking with my pleas of angst. I stumbled forward, near the icy end. My feet sink slower into the mush of snow and earth.
"Jump!" The loudest, darkest voice shouted from the back of my mind. His voice was poison to me, eating at my mind, my once happy thoughts. His voice was the eldest, and the most powerful of the rest.
"No! I-I can't," I sobbed, sinking to my knees, scratching at my temples. My hands fell from my head and into the snow. The cold mush swallowed them quickly, engulfing them into the earth.
"Fine," The voice purred a smirk clear in its tone. I panted, tears slowing, and halting. I slowly shifted my weight, trying to recoil from the edge. Instead of finding the comfort of safety, I found my stomach sinking lower, along with my body. My breathing picked up, my eyes widening as new tears formed and streamed. "No! Please! No!" I cried, falling through the weak support and into the cold air.
I fell, air whipping past me. My surroundings blurred, speeding with bright trails and surreal serenity. I gasped, searching for calmer air, only finding myself empty. Tears fell upwards from my eyes, mixing with the cold air.
I closed my eyes, a ghost of a smile on my lips. It soon gained the life I had been craving for so long. It would all end. So soon. In just a matter of- I thought, before it all went black. It was warm, welcoming. Death was unlike its counterpart. It held love, warmth, happiness. I was home. I had finally slipped away.