TW- Contains d3ath and su1c1d3.
Please don't read if these trigger you!!
"I can fly mummy! Look!"
A small girl flung herself from sofa to sofa, her bright red hair flying behind her.
She closed her amber eyes as she felt herself barrel through the air and land on the soft cushions of the other sofa with a light thud.
"Yes Sweetie. Yes you can. Why don't you stop now though and come over here for cuddles?" The voice that replied was raspy and weak, but filled with affection for the child who wanted to fly.
She stopped, and jumped over to where her mother lay immobilised on the small bed in the corner. A large body curled around a small body, their embrace soft and gentle. A mother weak with illness wrapped around her daughter. A girl who was filled with the energy for the both of them.
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The soft wail of a flat lining heart monitor filled the silent rooms. The rush of commotion, trying to save the figure in the bed, followed by a whisper uttering the words that the girl, who was now a teen, never wanted to hear but had known she would since she was young.
"She's gone."
In just a short second, the light in this girls world had been snuffed out like a candle. The reason for her still living is gone as though she never existed.
No one came to the funeral.
No one except the girl who wanted to fly.
And now she stands on the edge of a bridge, looking out over the river that flowed beneath. The soft breeze making her bright red hair fly behind her. She let go, feeling her body fall through the air, tears flowing down her cheeks as she smiled.
"Look mum. I can fly again."
I'm aware its bad. Still, hope you enjoyed.
If you are having suicidal or need any help with anything please talk to someone. Whether that be family or a online platform such as childline and harmless.
Love you all X
