|Never Forgotten| 04|09|2014

“To whom it may concern,

My name is, Dua Alles Fern & my story is not that of fair or pleasant. The wind brought me to this world initially & I lived as a free, wild creature. Until I came of the age where most are broken & tamed to fit the mold of society, upon which I balked. For my loved ones I compromised & conformed to blend as best I could, but it did no good. By the turning of adult age I was poisoned, my fertility stripped away & since my vitality has done not much but further wither___ I see no point in continuing further. I write this letter to inform those that will suffer the loss of me. I write this letter sitting inside my father’s car w/ a storm brewing nearer. Next to me is a grand oak tree w/ a strong limb from which I have fastened a rope.  I have informed no one so they knew not to fear the action to which I am committing. Before I open the door I will dial the appropriate number & leave the phone on the seat just so they know how to locate what is left of me. Regrettably, I must apologize; this is not how I hoped my life would unfold. However, I see no need to continue in such suffering. No doctor can cure me. There is no one to take care of me. I am no more than a loved burden upon the earth, & I will no longer be.
It is not I that am taking my life, but the demon, which infected me.

W/ great love & sorrow,

Dua Alles Fern___ A Burden No More”

Once family members & authorities arrived to the scene, yes at the break of spring w/ flowers blooming, the only thing found dead was the phone’s battery. The oak tree had been struck by lightning, & the strong limb stood alive w/ rope & perfect noose still dangling.
There was no sign of her hanging. No footprints. No body was ever found.
A mystery the authorities could not unravel. All that could be done to settle the matter was the take the noose down & document the incident as: unsolved, but never forgotten.


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I just wrote this very brief story to help me vent, because tomorrow is a very important day for me. Just needed to let go of some anxiety. Thus far, in my fiction writing___ all but one of my protagonists have had the intent of suicide, but something outlandish happens to prevent them.