I close my eyes, taking a deep breath.
I listen to the ocean waves, gently lapping at the jetty's scaffolding.
The water seems so harmless- it would be so easy to just slip away.
It's like the ending I've always dreamed of- silent and without a fuss.
No one will know where I was- if they even notice I'm gone.
I slowly wriggle my toes, feeling the gnarled wooden planks, half rotting in their salty surroundings after years of strangers walking, playing, fishing.
But that's not what I'm here to do
I take another breath, letting the icy cold breeze enter my throat and fill it with bitter coolness.
For all I know, it'll be my last.
I step off the jetty, my body stiff yet calm.
Although the impact shocks my body and sends it into a shivering spasm, I know I'm okay.
This is what I've always wanted, and now I have the opportunity.
I let the salty water envelope my body, the cool liquid sinking into every dimple and blemish in my skin.
It's cold, but nice.
I put up without a fuss, and let it fill my mouth, my ears, my nose.
I watch as the bubbles explode around me, scaring away the smaller fish and creating ripples in the water above.
Just for a moment, my mind flickers, unsure.
Was this the right thing to do?
I know the answer, but I think it's too late.
My arms and legs thrash madly in the water, trying to get another breath of oxygen- but all it does it push me down deeper.
The opportunity has passed, I've waited to long- there's no escaping it now.
I silently close my eyes as my slim figure drifts down down down, deeper and deeper until I'm at the ocean's bottom.
And then everything stops.
Black patches cloud my vision, and I know.