I think I’m done, she said to no one in particular. I can’t do this anymore. The pain is too great, and the loneliness is worse.
And what is it you will do? Said a deep gravely voice with glee.
I have pills, different kinds. I don’t know but I’d just like to go to sleep and be done, she replied.
But you will not be done little one, it won’t be over. You will suffer endlessly should you choose this path, said a soft commanding voice.
Then what am I to do? She cried into the night.
You persevere. You continue. You fight with every ounce of your soul. You are the Light and darkness abhors the Light. Be the Light so that others may follow your Light and live too. Be the Light that wins. Be the winner, the soft voice echoed from far away.
I was prepared for every contingency, I thought. I had a bathtub full of water to flush toilets with, or boil over the hot coals of my grill if needed for use in cleaning and brushing teeth. Pantry-full of nonperishables and items I could eat without cooking.
Both dogs safely inside, enough dog food to last a week. Books to read by candlelight. Candles, matches, lighters, charcoal, check. Seems like I have everything, all bases covered.
The lights flickered twice and then the electricity was gone. Darkness and quiet filled the house. Everything I needed was here; except you.