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The Lake
May 28, 2015
It was my death site. No one was around so no one would ever know or ever care. I was ready to jump in and dive deep to never be seen again. I had to go far down without breathing while the light fades to night. But I know I couldn’t do it. I was too… I shoved my hands in my pockets of my light lavender jacket. I pulled out the guilt of my new life.
© Elizabeth A., Milford, CT
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I wrote this for a journal prompt in Creative Writing 2015. It was just something I thought up for a story and nothing serious to do with me, honestly.