It wasn’t the end but only the beginning.
Her fears wrote a letter to her happiness in “final note” form and it went like:
“I want to go bungee jumping without ropes just to see how long it will take for me to reach the ground…
…or maybe cut myself real deep, just to see the amount of blood I have in me.
Might even stab my heart, I really want to see how deep the knife can go.
I want to go skydiving with no skydiving gear, I want to see how many seconds it takes for one to finally kiss the ground.
I’d overdose and start counting sheep but I’m afraid I might count to infinity and back.
Don’t tell me about pain because I believe there is no greater pain in the world than the pain I’m feeling now.
I need to escape, I need to be freed off this excruciating pain I’m feeling. I need to break free and finally taste eternal rest.
Death and fear don’t scare me no more. I’ve been afraid for too damn long and my courage says I should jump off the highest building just to really feel for the very last time.
…and I promise I’ll be smiling when I slowly burn out, I’ll make sure only my beauty is remembered.
…but now her world hadn’t been informed of such an implication. When the content had slipped off the fingers of her social networks, they thought it was a suicidal note.
A final letter of demand from the troubled soul lurking within the ever-glowing contours of her imperfected silhouette.
Her world was wounded and scared by fears of the unknown whereabouts of her truths.
All that wasn’t really necessary because what the world didn’t know is that it was only the end of her fears and troubles, and the beginning of success and eternal happiness.