I can’t do this anymore. the thoughts whirling inside my mind never cease, never let me rest or relax. Everytime I close my eyes my past haunts me with terrifying images. It’s like I can hear the screaming of my father in my ear even though he’s not here. I can feel his hot breath on my neck, the smell of alcohol flooding my nose.

His memories will forever haunt me.

The things he’s done to me, the things he’s said.

Everyone leaves. I’m not good enough for anyone. My mother left me because I wasn’t good enough, my sister abandoned me because of our father, all my so called friends abandoned me because I’m not cool enough, and my father, though evil and abusive, left me through death by his own choice. Now I hold the same knife in my hand, surrounded by the same, cold, dull grass, in the same misty haze of the early morning. A cool breeze rustles my hair, a strand spreading over my eyes.

Clouds fill the sky, birds sing harmoniously, filling my ears with a wonderful and calming symphony. I take it all in, ready to leave it all behind, accepting that I’m not good enough for anyone, that the earth is better off taking me into the ground and disappearing from everything and everyone.

The only witness will be the tree in the distance, drooping in the same way my heart feels.

I hold the knife up, looking at as a tear escaped my eye and trickles down my cheek before falling to the ground with a splash. I still feel the wet stream of it on my face, a refreshment in my dry world. “This is it.” I think. I’ll go out the same way as my father, the same evil man who put me in this dark place, who haunts my memories. Well, he’ll haunt me no more.

I suck in a deep breath, putting the tip of the sharp knife to the center of my throat. I freeze, breathing heavily, slowly putting more and more pressure on the delicate skin that’s slowly being punctured.

“Esther! No!”

I open my eyes, the knife still held in place. “What was that’s?” I think, looking around but unable to see anything in the fog.

Suddenly, a figure comes into view, quickly. It grows and grows, becoming clearer and clearer until I realize who it is… Jack. It’s Jack.

He falls down beside me, grasping the knife slowly, firmly, before lowering it tot he ground , slipping it from my clammy palms. I look at him with disbelief. His deep, chocolate brown eyes staring at me, coated in salty wetness, yet no tear slips. I gently pulls me into his warm body, holding me by the back of the head, playing with my hair, the other hand wrapped around my waist.

I relax into his embrace, unable to hold my tears back, they fall down my fast, splashing onto his shoulder like a water fall hitting solid rocks below. That’s what he is, my solid rock.

As if reading my thoughts he says, “you can’t do this ester. I love you! I love you so much. You may not think anyone does, you may not think you’re worthy or good enough. But you are! Your are good enough for me! Don’t leave me!” He pleas

I hold him tighter, gentler. I was going to leave him like everyone else left me. I was going to do exactly what haunts me.

I love him! We are enough for each other. Two hearts collide into one…