If I Let You Go "Letting Go" Bloghop

Today I'm participating if Kyra Lennon's If I Let You Go "Letting Go" Bloghop. Also remember you can her novella If I Let You Go for free today on Amazon.

Bloghop Info:

On October 22nd, I invite you to share some stories about letting go. Was there a time when you had to let go of someone or something? How did it make you feel? How did you handle it? Or if that's too personal - which I completely understand - how about writing a piece of flash fiction? 

The only rules are - obviously - it has to be related to letting go, and please keep it to a maximum of 500 words.

When the day arrives, I will hop around to all the entries, along with my independent judge (otherwise known as "Mum" LOL), and the story that touches us the most will win a $10 Amazon gift card!

I will be going back in time with my flash fiction and posting an oldie. In 2005 I posted a short little fic called Suicide on Fiction Press. No one should be left to the point of suicide. If you have any such thoughts seek help immediately. Now unto my flash fic and remember to check other posts in this bloghop.

Suicide

I sat by my bed sobbing. Everything was always WRONG! Why couldn't I do anything right! Grades too low, clumsiness too high.

I sighed and fell back into my bed. The soft bed that I always had as a little girl. In a way it was my only friend. The only one who would always take me and never reject me. Too bad it wasn't REAL! Finding comfort in an inanimate object is one of the most PATHETHIC things to ever do. But I did it. I always did it. And now I was going to get comfort from one more inanimate object. My last comfort.
I slipped my hand underneath the plush purple pillows and pulled out a gun. A .375 magnum to be exact.

One shot. One shot would end all my pain and misery. I didn't give a damn about my soul. If I truly had one it died sadly a long time ago.

I position the gun in my mouth and ignored the metallic taste and the weight that it held on both my right hand and the inside of my mouth. I stared up at the sky blue ceiling with my large dark blue eyes. There was a small square mirror positioned sight in the middle of the ceiling and in that mirror I saw my reflection. And in that reflection, I saw my eyes. They were EMPTY. I was empty. I had been empty for a long time. Just going through the motions of a typical fourteen year old who was empty dumb and worthless like myself. Now I'll die and end this life that I've deluded myself into thinking it would get better for far too long. Acutally, far too long was an UNDERSTATEMENT.

I look at myself more closely. I was wearing my velvet knee length purple dress with white stockings, black low heeled shoes, and my waist length jet black hair was tied into a ponytail with a red satin bow. My milky white skin made me look almost like an angel. A lost angel. I looked closely in the mirror at my petite 5ft7 frame. I weighed 110pounds. Never more, rarely less. I noticed my small button nose and my thin pink mouth, I agan noticed my large dark blue eyes. Staring at the reflection. Almost longingly. I smiled. At least my eyes seemed to understand my longing.

I closed my eyes one last time and then I opened them. Staring at my reflection in my large blue room, with a queen sized purple bed, I pulled the trigger.

The END

Have a good day everyone.