The Crystal 2 - Jones M (ebook reader macos .txt) 📗

you gotten it that everyone hates you?

I was quiet as the voice continued in my head.

You know what? You should save yourself the trouble. We both know that every witch is looking for you and wants to kill you. No one cares for you, and they won't hesitate to end you. 

Just do the job yourself. You have caused everyone so much pain with your presence. No one will miss you, and you will do them a favor by not existing anymore. There is nothing waiting for you here. There is no one willing to love you or cope up with you anymore. What will you choose, Emery?

The voice stopped talking in my head. Silent tears were falling down my cheeks. I stared at the water, not worried about how it looked a light red at the moment.

The voice was right. Every bad thing that happened to me was what I deserved. I did not deserve to live knowing that everyone hated me, knowing that I killed Ashley, but more so knowing that I could hurt someone again.

No, I was done with that. I was going to do everyone a favor and just end my life. Things would be okay; everything would be better, and I was certain that no one would mourn for my death. 

That was what I was reduced to: a person who had no value, who was not loved, and who had brought destruction around them. Continuing to live would just be me playing a game with fate.

Yeah, ending myself felt right.

I got up from the tub, quickly dried myself off and took a change of clothes. I wore the clothes I had recently taken off, choosing to replace my shirt with a long-sleeved one to hide the cuts on my wrists.

I felt a sudden rush of giddiness like something had been taken off my chest. I never thought such a feeling could take over me despite what I planned to do. I expected to be depressed and sad, but I was happy. 

I had endured eight months of sorrow, and that was the first time in a long while that I felt truly happy. 

I could even picture it: I would be gone, and everyone would carry on with their lives without a crystal to threaten their lifestyles. I would go to a better place and feel no more pain.

I teleported a piece of paper and a pen. It felt wrong to join the spiritual world without leaving a note. No one would care about my death, but it would be important to leave something as proof that I had truly died.

To whoever finds this,

Don't bother looking for me. I'm dead.

Sincerely,

Emery Davis

There was nothing more to say in the letter. Everyone hated me, and I was certain they wouldn't want a long message.

I folded the letter in two as a smile took over my features. Tears had once again formed in my eyes, and I wiped them off. Even though I was going to commit suicide, I knew things would be great. The world would continue without someone to add to its problems, and no witch would get hurt again.

With that decision made, I walked out of my suite. I left the door open, not caring if someone would want to steal anything of mine. There was nothing left in there worth saving because they were all materialistic things. 

I found myself walking towards the hallway. There was barely anyone around at that time, and those who were present looked at me weirdly.

"Is that Emery Davis?" I heard someone ask, but I did not turn to face them. 

"Are you okay?" someone else had asked me in confusion, and I just nodded with a smile. I left him and the other two in the hallway as I continued to head towards my destination.

Minutes later, I found myself standing at the top of the hotel building. There was thunder and lightning as rain continued to pour. The wind had picked up its speed, slightly forcing me to narrow my eyes and making everything around me feel cold. The floor was slippery, and my clothes were quickly getting damp.

I moved forward, inching towards the edge of the building. A flash of lightning brought out the couple of satellites that were not on my path. I kept walking until I could see the concrete banister.

I walked towards it and slowly climbed it. It was wide enough to accommodate my feet.

My heart continued pounding when I was fully standing on the banister. 

I took in a deep sigh as I stared at the barely-visible objects in front of me.

It was still raining, and night had rolled in by then. The clouds were dark as rain continued to pour over the city. The ground itself looked far, but for once, I did not mind. It was my last day of being alive, and I didn't care about whatever would happen.

I looked back at the sky again. 

I would miss the rain. I would miss the feeling of it pelting on my skin and clothes, even if it annoyed me at times. I would miss the cold around me, the wind, the fog and even the days of snow.

That thought had me replaying the memories in my life. I recalled my first memory. I was still a child, and my mother and father looked down at me with love in their eyes. 

"Emery, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy?"

"I love you."

"Love you too, Daddy."

I recalled meeting Erick and Justin in Crystalia, celebrating birthdays, and even playing with them. We had been friends during those years. Then I frowned as I remembered high school. Things seemed to switch from that point.

Even though everyone had caused me so much pain and I them, I would miss them. But I had to do it. I had to end all the pain I caused.

With a smile, I moved forward. I felt nothing below my left foot. I looked down, noticing that I was supporting myself with the other foot still on the banister. I looked around me one more time, staring at my surroundings.

No more pain. No more anger. No more sadness. No more suffering.

"Goodbye," I whispered into the air, even though I knew it would not reply. Then I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. I tried to calm my breathing. I stayed on the banister for a while until I felt like I was suspended in air. 

I raised my arms, and with a sigh, I let go.

Memories of my life kept playing in my mind as I felt the wind on my face. I felt like I was floating in the air as if I couldn't feel myself falling to the ground.

I hadn't noticed the tears streaming out of my eyes until I felt a fleeting warmness on my head. 

No more pain... no more pain...

 

 

"Emery!" I thought I heard a voice shout behind me. It seemed familiar. Must have been someone calling out to me from heaven.

No more tears. No more suffering. No more pain.

Suddenly, arms grasped my form. I felt the wind stop blowing on my face, and seconds later, I felt the hard ground below my feet.

Thunder rumbled, bringing my focus back to my surroundings. 

Was I dead?

I opened my eyes to find out. Instead of seeing the ground below or pastures of green grass, I saw the banister of the building I had fallen off.

My eyes widened in shock and disbelief as a feeling of dread took over. 

How could I be back there? Wasn't I dead? 

I pinched myself to make sure, surprised that I felt pain. Maybe that was normal.

It was then that I felt I wasn't alone. Someone was heavily breathing behind me. I thought it was an angel, and so I turned to face them.

My smile turned into a frown when I noticed who it was.

Zane.

What the hell?

He looked angry.

Wait. Was I seeing things right?

I pinched my arm as I closed my eyes. Seconds later, I opened them. Zane was still there.

My eyes widened in shock.

Was I in hell?

"What were you doing, Emery?" Zane yelled at me, interrupting my thoughts. For a moment, I thought I was looking at a demon that materialized into him so it could torture me for the rest of eternity. Then I noticed something.

I felt the cold air around me. My bare feet were still on the watery floor, and the rain was still pelting on my form. Moreover, there was a stinging pain on my wrists.

I brought them up, seeing that parts of the shirt I had worn was covered in blood.

"Emery!" Zane yelled again as he grabbed my hands. He pulled down the sleeves of my shirt, revealing the cuts on my wrists. It was then that he was silenced into shock. His reaction did not deter me from my thoughts.

I was still alive.

Words could not describe the shock and huge disappointment that I felt. Those emotions quickly turned to anger. How dare Zane?

How could he?

"What did you do?" I yelled at Zane, removing my arms from his hold as I repeatedly beat him on the chest. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"Emery..." Zane trailed off, not knowing what to say as I saw his eyes suddenly tear up. I was so mad at him for what he did. 

Maybe it's not too late... 

With that thought, I ran towards the banister and went to climb it. I had just placed one foot when Zane's arms wrapped around my waist. I yelled as he moved us back and away from the banister.

He suddenly stopped and turned me to face him. He looked shocked as he stared at me. I shook my head in disbelief at him as I turned to run, but he quickly grabbed me. He had us on the ground, still caging me in his hold. I tried to move, but he wouldn't budge. I got angrier, struggling to free myself.

"Let me go!" I yelled in anger as I struggled out of his hold, but Zane still wouldn't budge. I hit his arms with my hands, but he wouldn't still move. In fact, he tightened his hold around me.

"I was going to do everyone a favor!" I yelled in anger just as lightning flashed in the sky. "I was going to end my life! I know you all wanted me dead, and I was going to do it. I was so close, Zane!"

I kept struggling out of his arms. 

"What is wrong with you? Why did you stop me? I could have been gone by now! You wouldn't have even had to see me again!" 

Zane did not reply. I tried to move out of his hold, but he wouldn't let go.

"Do you want to see me kill myself? Do you actually want to kill me yourself? What is it, Zane?"

He still did not reply.

"I know I mean nothing and that I'm a worthless bitch. You don't have to tell me again. Now let me go."

Zane gave no response.

"Let me go," I demanded again, but he refused. I was surprised and angry. 

"Zane, let me go," I yelled, struggling to set myself free. Zane placed his chin on my shoulder, and he had us in an unexpected embrace. It was weird because I was still not being released, and frustrated tears had started to cloud my vision.

"ZANE, LET ME GO!" I yelled as sobs started racking my form. I couldn't believe it. He was not letting me go.

Why?

"Let me go! Let. Me. Go!"

Zane ignored my pleas, cuddling with me and firmly planting my form to his. 

"Why are you doing this? There is nothing left for me here!"

I was so close... so close to getting out of the world... so close to escaping my misery...

I stopped fighting him when more tears came out.

I was so close.