Elysian

Pulling back the curtain

"Hi," I greet, smiling at her. "Miss Kingston," She states, stopping in her tracks. "Juliet," I correct her, "Would you like these? I'm not really a flower type of girl," I lie, offering out the bouquet.

In reality I love flowers but only if they're not from some random creep.

She thanks me profusely, admiring the flowers as she walks towards the staircase. I turn around and reenter my room, knowing I have a lot of work to do.

I haven't forgotten my deadline, in fact it's the only thing consuming my mind. Although I've had fun with Carter it doesn't change anything, he will go back to spending time with his friends and I'll go back to the exact same state I was in before I met him.

In may ways I deceived myself, believing that I would give life a chance if things got better before my birthday when I knew it wouldn't turn out that way. No matter who or what came into my life they would have never been enough to make me stay, I'm too far gone.

My birthday is in a couple of days and I'm still waiting for it, not because I'm giving myself a chance at life but only because I find it kind of poetic, to die on the day I was born.

I decide that although I have a few days left I want to sort out everything now so I can spend the last of my time in peace.

I don't want my death to be messy or inconvenient to others so I'll have to take measures to prevent it.

Firstly I throw on a load of laundry, washing all the clothes I wore in Australia. I then return to my room, pulling out a sharpie from my desk before heading to my closet and pulling at numerous storage boxes.

I spend hours folding and labelling, splitting my clothes into boxes either labeled 'Jasmine' or 'Donate'.

I take a break to rush downstairs, ignoring the odd looks I receive from my dad before grabbing the now dried laundry and bringing it upstairs.

I fold the clothes, putting most of them in Jasmine's boxes because I know she'll love these bikinis and my slip dress. 

I pull out a much smaller box, opening it and placing two shirts and a pair of shorts in it before labelling it 'Carter'. The least I could do is return his clothes.

By the time I'm done my room is a ghost land, the previously uniquely decorated room now completely plain. The walls, once adorning numerous posters are now barren and my bedside table and dresser, once littered with fake plants, crystals and candles are now completely bare.

I sigh, admiring my work in the doorway. At least now the poor maids my dad will task with clearly out my room will have an easy job.

I pile all the boxes into my walk in closet before heading to the bathroom and grabbing the ones filled with my most expensive skin care, returning to the closet and placing them on top of Jasmine's pile.

I sit cross legged on the floor, the sky darkening outside my window and I pull out a notepad and pen.

I start with Carter, knowing his note will be the quickest. I just thank him for giving me one of the only truly enjoyable experiences of my life and how hanging out with him actually felt like I was living.

By the time I'm done with Jasmine's note I'm a sobbing mess, tears falling down and splattering on the damp paper. 

I fold both notes up, tucking them in the lid of each of their boxes before discarding the notepad on the floor.

I feel a sense of peace as I realise that everything is coming to an end and now there's nothing tying me to this earth.

Although it was short, I've lived my life and I'm ready for it to end.