This is my contribution to the Your Photo Story prompt for the week.
Jake looked out over the horizon, waiting to catch his breath. The trek up the mountain had been hard on him, but he was determined to make it. A tear slipped down his cheek at the beauty nature laid out before him.
He knew people would think him selfish, but he just didn’t want to go on…not this way. The infection was slowly eating away at him from the inside out. The doctors can’t figure out how to stop it, so keep telling him to just take it easy and hope for the best. He knows there is no best though.
He could feel the end coming, and he knows it would not be pleasant, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.
What better way to go out, he thought, gazing at the mountains and valleys surrounding his perch.
“You lose!” he shouted, stepping off the precipice into serenity.
2 comments:
Sorry about not posting, got a little sidetracked. It's my own doing. I don't think I could end my own life, no matter what befell me. I guess growing up in a southern semi-religious family instilled suicide is wrong. My dad being a cop and talking about having to doge brain matter...It's a contoversal issue these days with several states passing laws of assisted suicide.
I actually think suicide IS a selfish act, and don't agree with it either. I wish everyone contemplating it could get the help they need.
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