I'm running at full speed.
At first, my feet just slide as if on ice,
I gain traction for the run of my life.
The cold when causes my hairs to raise,
and my eyes start to water.
I feel a stream of cold water run down my left cheek,
unknowing that this is the true path to my destiny.
I start to slow down and come to a stop.
I listen for a sound, and feel the drop.
My body goes numb as I flail in the air.
I'm thinking to myself,
"How is this fair?"
All I wanted was to feel again,
all I wanted was to be okay again.
I stop flailing,
and take a look around.
I see a man across the void of black that is my mindscape.
I attempt to call to him,
as my thoughts grow dim.
I think to myself,
"This is my fate."
My eyes shut with a slam,
as a man calls out,
"No! Not again!"
I hear his shout and fight to open my eyes.
Now, he's standing before me - wise.
"Get up. Your fight is far from over.
Get up. If not for me, then for her."
I will my body into motion.
Suddenly, there is no wind,
there is no fight.
Suddenly, I have the power of flight.
I awake in a hospital,
with my wife before me.
I feel a wave of shock come over - and epiphany.
I was running from the sorrow in my mind.
I was running, in an attempt,
to get back to my wife.
With this epiphany I lunge forward,
embracing my wife, whom I missed.
Then, I notice the marks on my wrist.
Short story about a man attempting suicide.