She smacked the door on her boyfriend’s face and walked out of his apartment, subsequently from his life and from everyone’s life including her own. She didn’t even take a raincoat when she knew it gotta rain. Anger does that to you. It had to shower heavily according to the weather forecast and she trusted the sources, as if prediction is true to its core and every trust isn’t a betrayal. But the forecasts don’t matter anymore nor the people when you know that you will die today anyways. Suicide will be her last action and she wasn’t happy about that but she saw no other choice, she was desperate.
She took a train, even though she didn’t know the destination. She needed time to think. She already had made her mind about the suicide but she needed to think about the medium. Medium, that will be pain free. She had suffered so many pains in her short life that her tolerance had ended long before. Only one vacant seat left on the train, she sat there beside a man older than her. She sat and started to sob while thinking about the pains, the betrayal, her family and the suicide. She pulled out a journal and begins to write franticly to divert her mind. The guy accidentally took a peek. "I hope they don't find the body,” he read.
As soon as he read those words, he lost his controls. The fear and the guilt started to pour in again. He was going back to his home after killing his brother-in-law, the reason best known to him. Now the painful words scribbled on the girl’s journal dominated all his breaths, every cell in his blood and every thought on his mind. He was thinking what if they found the body? What if they found they the proofs? What if her wife found? He loved his wife more than him. He couldn’t see her leaving him alone. For the sake of that love, he couldn’t see himself hurting here. Selfish he was, as ever. He started feeling suffocated in that overloaded train and decided to get off the train.
Annie, the suicide to be was still on board. She took a train to think about how to do what she wanted to do but then as soon as she wrote that line, the goal took the backseat. She realized it was her last day and she wanted to meet one special person before flying to another world. In those moments, this young lonely girl wanted to meet her parents but they were in another town so her favorite high school teacher became even more special - circumstances, bloody circumstances. Everything changed. Now she had a reason to live, even if the life would last only till the hours before the night conquered the day. Finally, she now knew at which stop she would get off. She started thinking about the good old school and whatsoever good days during the journey, pains were still there but now she was only feeling them and not thinking them.
When the stop came, she took a cab from the station and went straight to her teacher’s house, talked to her for a while. Annie was asked for a tea or a coffee. Choose whatever you would like her to drink, it doesn’t matter. While her teacher was in the kitchen, she glanced over the side table where a picture frame stood. The man looked familiar, very familiar. The man who killed of her brother-in-law. She asked her teacher, “Is that husband?” An affirmative reply came from the kitchen following a phone call. The Annie’s special person asked her to receive the call. The voice from the other end said, “You should be Mrs. Michael. I am sorry to give you this news. Your husband has attempted a suicide.”
Epilogue: Annie is dating a psychiatrist these days. Her teacher is trying to cope up with the fact that her life isn’t over yet though she has lost the two most beloved men of her life. Annie and her boyfriend are helping the orphaned widow to come out of the crisis.