She looked out onto the street. The street was buzzing with the noise of late night traffic but it couldn’t penetrate the vortex of thoughts in her head. 11:45 pm. Just 15 minutes were left. 15 minutes before her life ended.

She was standing on the edge of the balcony of her rented apartment. She was watching the world flash by, wondering who she should say goodbye to. Or should she?

She had switched off her phone and drowned it in a bucket of water. Now she didn’t have a choice. She didn’t want one.

She thought about how her life had turned out to be, till 11:45 pm that night. She had been innocent, reckless and guilty. If given the chance, she would like to turn back time. But if only life was that easy.

As her long brown hair fluttered with the wind, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She was wishing that he would come to save her. Hold her back. But she knew that it wasn’t going to happen. Her life had been the contradiction of a fairytale. She put her hand around her belly and felt a tiny bump. Her little child would have to grow up without a father if it survived. She had no money left. She was running out of emotions too, as the last few tears rolled down her cheeks. The cold wind was slamming against her body and thoughts were whirling inside her head like a tornado.

There was no point of being alive. Her own family had shunned her when they learnt that she was going to have a child and she wasn’t even married. Her mind reminded her of that moment when she had left her house. She had been tossed out of it with her belongings like garbage. Her family had loved her only till they learnt that she was going to contribute a human being to this world. Maybe a girl with hair like hers. Or a boy with long eyelashes like his.

Apart from a few clothes and a growing child who had a bleak future, she had no possessions left. She took a deep breath and remembered that moment when she had told him. She was scared but she thought he might be happy. His reaction was unbelievable and unpredictable. He refused to even acknowledge the child. All that love exchanged had seemed to have evaporated.

She had given him her mind, body and her trust. She had given her family the truth. She had given the world her tears which had rolled off her cheeks and fallen to the ground.

She contemplated if anyone will ever realise what she has been through. Will anyone remember her and smile? Or would she always be remembered as a sinner in the eyes of the society? Would she become a story which would eventually be forgotten and lost with the sands of time?

But that didn’t matter much. All that she knew was that, she had reached her saturation point. Her confidence and self-esteem had been smashed into pieces. A broken heart, reputation and soul. Her dream was to find a perfect man and have a happy family. It had all gone so tragically wrong.

The clock struck 12 and the half-broken pendulum swayed. The wind blew against her face harshly and a shiver ran down her spine. She clutched her belly and closed her eyes.

She took one step forward.

It was her last one.

Note : Thank you for reading. This is just an attempt on my part to step into the shoes of a character who is not so uncommon in this world. There must have been many women who have committed suicide due to societal pressure, mental pressure and unhappiness. Maybe they still do.

If only everyone would be willing to understand each others perspective and be more open-minded. If only they could step into each others shoes. Maybe the world would be a happier place.