Teen Ink

composure

The faucet roared. There she sat, in the corner, alone. Under the ominous glow of the florescent light above, her knees shook against her bare chest, her body weightless and cold. The light continued to flicker just as her will to live. Heaving she crawled to the tub, her face a wet mess. She rested her head on the edge of the tub, caressing the warm water with her hand. This one moment, staring at her fate, lasted an eternity. There was no hour no minute it was simply this, simply now. She grinned at this and pulled herself in. Submerged she screamed. It was glorious; the sorrow exited as the water entered, the emptiness she felt filled with water, and finally her aching heart had ceased.