🔱 BROKEN 🔱
A feeling of hopelessness, loneliness and despair. A feeling that leaves a person empty, blank and stone cold because of it. Usually accompanied by a lack of self worth.
Cause: Trauma, depression or loss of a loved one. Sometimes all of...
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"Absolutely not." She said, watching as the man that was by the door suddenly pulled the metal shutters up.
Ashley gripped the seat in front of her incredibly tight and bit down hard on her lower lip. Ever single fiber in her body told her to stay put and not go through with this. She absolutely could not—and would not—jump out of the death trap a few steps away from her, that would a hundred percent lead to her non existence.
"Come on, Lee. You're exaggerating."
Slowly and stiffly, she turned her head to glare at Brock, who seemed perfectly fine. Almost as if they weren't fourteen thousand feet in the air. She opened her mouth to say something only to purse her lips and swallow sudden bile that rose up her throat. She had made it clear that heights were her weakness, but Brock being the idiot that he is, had managed to convince her to challenge herself and get over her fear. This man could get anyone to do anything with just a few words and a smile on his stupid face.
"I could die." She reasoned once she had recollected herself.
The wind rushed into the plane from the opening in place of where the door should be. Ashley nearly hunched on the floor and hid under the bench she was seated on when she saw one of the people she was with push himself off the edge backwards and disappear in to the open atmosphere. She shut her eyes and took a huge, deep breath, before she looked at Brock. His excited expression from earlier was suddenly replaced with one of concern and regret. Ashley, having noticed this, let out a sigh and sat up straighter on her seat.
"We can just stay on the plane then, until it lands." Brock suggested before he began to remove his gear, starting with his helmet.
Ashley looked at the woman behind her and grimaced. She was supposed to jump with her since she couldn't do it alone and didn't have a license. Ashley shook her head at Brock and sent him a smile,
"No, let's do this." She paused, strapping her own helmet on, "—you weren't wrong anyway. I need to do this. I mean, when will I ever get another chance to tick this off my bucket list, ya know? Besides, it's not like there aren't any professionals to help me jump. They're trained to do this. They have experience, Ashley—."
"Two years worth." The woman behind her interrupted as she rambled on.
"—right? What am I so afraid of. This is nothing. They have a reserve canopy in case the first one doesn't deploy. But what if the second one doesn't work?—."
"She's done her research." Someone whispered from Brock's side of the plane.
"I can do this. This is nothing." Ashley finally finished and turned her gaze back to her assistant. She sent her a nod and got on her feet when she did.
Brock stood up as well, a smile playing at his lips as he crouched behind them. Ashley and Helen—her instructor—stood by the open door as Helen did all the necessary preparations to get both of them strapped in.
