(Warning: Kind of dark)
This is a story about a young man who has contemplated suicide for a while. He’s lost sight of what his purpose in life is. He can’t come up with a good reason to stay alive. He’s lost. He doesn’t know what the future holds, his long-time girlfriend broke up with him, and he lost his beloved pet dog.
This man woke up one day and finally decided ‘Today’s the day”. He’s said this before but he was sure this time would be for real. Later that evening, he got dressed and headed out. As he walks out, he turns around and takes one last look at the apartment building he grew up living in for most of his life. This would be the last time.
He took a walk through his neighbourhood. It was a bitter, cold night. He noticed a missing dog poster on a pole and it reminded him of his dog who died.
Walking through his neighbourhood felt weird to him. It was an emotional walk because he knew deep down that this would be the last time he would see what seemed to be normal things like street lights, stop signs, and fire hydrants. He reached the lake. This place was special to him because he used to come here with his girlfriend late at night and watch the city skyline and just talk for hours. He thought about her a lot, taking in the scenery, just like he used to with her.
He sat there for a while, watching the waves and taking in the city lights. He loved his city. He was going to miss it. But watching the skyline wasn’t the same without her by his side. He made his way back up to the street until he got to the traffic lights. He stood there for a while and just watched the lights go from red….to green….back to red again……back to green.
He continued on down the main street he’s all too familiar with. The stores, the restaurants, the bars, the streetcar tracks. He knew this road like the back of his hand. It was fairly quiet at this time of night. Well after midnight, hardly any cars or people were visible. He stood in the middle of the road, looking ahead. He thought, is this my moment? Is this it?
It wasn’t. It didn’t feel right. Not here. He wasn’t looking for attention. He didn’t want a huge crowd standing over him when it happened. “The subway.”, he thought. That’s where he needed to go. So off he went, making his way to the nearest subway station. When he got there, he took the escalator down to the platform. He didn’t feel nervous at all. He was sure, this is what needed to be done.
He thought about his life one final time. He thought about his mother. His father. Everything he’d be leaving behind. His depression was unexplainable. It was greater than anything else in his life. It consumed him entirely. The headlights of the train appeared. This was it. The train got closer.
And closer.
And closer.
It’s anyone’s guess as to whether he jumped or not. That is up for interpretation. Suicide is never the answer. But he always wondered if his depressed life was really worth living through.
By: Andrew Gunn