The Surrender

The warm beads of a thousand drops of water cascade over and down my skin, soothing the bruises there, and the monotony of their sound helps to numb my senses. I stand within this tiny waterfall and somehow keep from drowning, not from the water, but from the blackness that threatens to consume my mind. I stand, motionless, not drowning only through sheer force of will. That, too, is slowly deteriorating. The world I've built myself crumbles around me and I observe the cold, lifeless girl I once was, and knew I was fated to become again. But the waterfall helps - shields me from the horrors I do not wish to see, through a thin veil of what could only be a mockery of hope. And as she stands alone, naked, vulnerable, faithless, she sees the end. And finally, she steps off the edge, and takes the leap into blackness.