Abyss in the sea of memories

The truth sometimes doesn’t always have to be told. Truths doesn’t always set one free. Sometimes, it imprisoned them. Lock them up in a dark, empty room and the only key are the lies.

Today is October 1st. The first day where the whispers in my ears starts to prattle again. There’s ringing, then murmuring and babbling non-stop.

You’re better off dead.

Turns out, they’re right! My whole existence is a lie, and I’m slowly, day by day, failing to remember what the truth is. The whole truth.

Standing at the edge of the bridge, I breathe heavily. There are signs of storm coming. One strong blow of the wind and I know I will fall off this bridge. It’s dark tonight, not like any other night. It’s clouded, pitch-black, causing gloom. The busy street seems to have free time, all I hear are the sirens wail from afar, but no cars, nor people pass by. Perfect, isn’t it? I quit. I’ve had enough of everything. And even if I try now, telling truths and setting things right, it’s too late for me. Too late for the person I’ve become.

I’m enjoying the sight up here. Alone, tempest, free. The moment I jump, no one will ever remember me. No Raina Joaquin will jog their memory. That’s the point of living in a lie. So for the last time, I took my breath and I finally jumped off. I felt the rushing cold wind against 

"How is this possible?"

"It think she's dead!"

"Shut up, Hue!"

"There's no way this is happening!"