I Came to Say Goodbye Trigger warning: Contains a abstract, yet graphic, depiction of suicide. Please be cautious!I Came to Say Goodbye by Porsheee
I should have known something was wrong the moment I stepped outside; the wind slammed into me, pushing me backwards, even with my textbook-laden bookbag and years of flesh on my bones. This wind seemed quite out of the ordinary for the middle of the country—at least in the summer, when our time was usually spent either in or dreaming of air conditioning.
But no, I didn’t listen to my intuition. Instead I stepped out, took a second to process the violent blast, and braced myself for the long walk ahead. Nothing but Mother Nature stirring up trouble, right? It would be pointless to complain.
I also should have known something was wrong the second I stepped inside; the air smelled of electricity, the lights overhead were stale, and the hair on my arms raised when it brushed against the railing