Floating Through Life ✔️

Chapter 8

Abigail drove for about half an hour before finally getting to the location that she once thought she would die in. Ab got out of the car and her breath was stolen away by the sharpness of the view that she used to stare at for hours during her youth. It was black everywhere beneath her. It was indeed dark but she could see the currents of the ocean calmly oscillate. The stars shone brightly for it being such a dull night. The wind blew softly, making Ab's ginger hair fly. Abigail wrapped her arms around herself tightly, unbeknownst as to warm herself or comfort her racing heart. It was fear. In this wonderfully quiet night, away from everyone, she was still scared. It maddened her how much her apprehension was subjugating her life. She then deemed that it was normal, considering the amount of fear she was exposed to on the daily basis. Whether it was about people hurting her, or her facade, that she had been maintaining since college, breaking.

She thought about her life and she got angrier; it was all so unfair. She lived a terrible youth, and is still suffering from that years into adulthood. Suddenly she wasn't only mad, but furious. Her fear had turned into exasperation, and then all of her emotions turned into something far more wicked. Regret. Why had she been so scared for all these years? Why was she up everyday covering herself in fear that she'd be seen? So what, she got bullied, why couldn't she handle it better? It was all eating her up, she was in fumes.

Ab stood about what she calculated to be six feet away from the edge of the cliff. The height of the cliff was deadly, she knew that; in fact, it was why she hanged around a place like this in her teenage years. It was because she wanted to feel death close to her sometimes, she wanted to feel the power of having the ability to do something amidst all the mess that was happening in her life. She never did though. With that thought Ab was a fire, ready to take out forests with her flames. What a miserable life, she thought, being someone you don't really know, and coming from a place you don't want to be associated with. It wasn't sadness anymore, but it was thought about bitterly. Each word was a toll on Ab's mind as venom is to a tongue.

So, with a deep breath she looked straight ahead. Five steps, she thought, five steps. Then she'd be at the edge of the cliff and she'd look at death in the face only to smirk at it. Then she'd go to work the very next week without dyed hair and with a face free of makeup. She's stop pushing people away, and she'd also stop fearing they'd hurt her. She would become someone, she would find out who she is. She would work it out. For the first time in years, she smiled. Her smile lifted the heaviness in her chest and for once she breathed and the air wasn't suffocating her. For once, she felt like she was living rather than just being alive.

She took the first step, leaving all her trepidation behind. Her adrenaline rushed so strongly through her veins, and the she felt high off of how mighty she felt at the moment. She took the second step, allowing her fake persona to shatter. She became excited, almost giddy to have ridden of all the dirt that was making a mess in her life. She took the third step, leaving all of her pain behind. She was closer to the ocean, she would hear the waves lightly hitting the rocks below. She took the fourth step, leaving her newfound anger behind. She was only left with peace then, and the last step shall cure her wilted soul. She took the fifth step, for a brighter future. But her foot touched nothing, she twisted her other leg in attempt to stay put, yet to no avail, she slipped onto the air. She was falling, falling, falling, falling. What a sadder death than that of someone that never really got the chance to live? Her last view was that of the sky and her eyes flashed as she understood why the stars were shining so brightly.

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