in hiding

She stood by the pool, watching the ripples move slowly, the summer breeze triggering and limiting it as it blows. The fresh smell complimented the kids running around in patches of oranges, greens and yellow, reds and whites.
She stood by the pool, tears streaming down her cheeks.
She waited for the kids to leave; she didn’t want them to watch something as traumatic. The plan was simple and straightforward. Once jump into the deep side of the pool and ciao! She wondered, would it be too much of a struggle? Of course, but hopefully, not too painful? The pain should stop in a short while. It shouldn’t hurt too long right?
That would be the end. End of life. She never got to graduate. She barely made any money through her summer jobs. She never topped her class once. She was still a virgin. She didn’t campaign for environmental awareness. She didn’t adopt an orphan. She lived for almost 20 years and her long list was mostly unaccomplished.
Who cared anyway! All of it was important to her, but no harm to anyone if left just a dream. She felt the sharpness in her throat spread to her wrists and spine. The bright side, the bright side, quick, look at the bright side.
Well, she won’t have to work as hard anymore. It will all be over. She won’t have to face her family or friends. Loved ones. She would do anything for them; but this was it. She was emotionally drained out. There was only so much a girl can do, be empathetic, sincere, and giving. She was too tired to doing all this. And it was against her nature to be otherwise. She was tired of running away from them, and chasing herself.
The sound of the soft wind was more distinct. The little animals had walked away. She took a step closer, and the knot in her throat tightened. Was this necessary? Was there no other way? She ran through her thoughts again. Nope, nothing more can be done. Saturation point. Threshold level. High tide… Can take it no more.
“Hey, dimwit!”
She wiped her tears and turned around. Her little brother was below the deck, one foot on the pedal, he looked like he just avoided a fall from the bike.
“Mom’s calling. She needs help with the dishes”
She turned to face the pool. Blankness.
She walked down and went home.