❝I have this vivid nightmare each night, and it feels so real...❞
❝Perhaps it's your mind warning you. You know what they say, dreams are just warnings from deep within...❞
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In which Vienna Wallace has a recurring dream each night. With one foot...
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❝Walk me through it.❞
Vienna's eyes darted around the guidance counsellor's office she sat in. Rather than answering Mr. Davis, an ex psychologist/new guidance counsellor at Midtown High, she ignored him.
How could she articulate it? The mere thought had Vienna in shambles. She was a tough girl but, not with this nightmare... not when she kept falling off a building each night, in her dreams.
❝Vienna,❞ Mr. Davis, who sat on the guidance office couch, wrapped in a fleece blanket spoke.
❝Yeah?❞ The girl mumbled under her breath, Mr. Davis snapped her out of the whirlwind of thoughts she had.
❝Tell me what happened in your dream...❞
And she did.
Night had fallen and the city raged on. You know that saying? The city never sleeps. That was one hundred percent true. The cars below were just flashes of light, the Oscorp tower radiated a green hue and the honking of taxis below was faint but, Vienna could hear it all.
On any other occasion, Vienna would find solace in her surroundings. What wasn't their to love? She could see the city from above. The Empire State Building provided an enigmatic view, an addicting one at that.
But, Vienna was terrified. The girl's breathing was irregular. Her hands shook in fear... Somehow, Vienna Wallace, a prima ballerina, stood on the highest ledge of the Empire State Building. And if she inched herself any closer to the edge, the 1453 foot drop would welcome her with open arms.
The last thing Vienna should be doing is standing on the very edge. Yet, for some unknown reason, there she stood. In her ballerina attire with pointe shoes strapped to her feet. Was she crazy? Apparently so.
Vienna pointed her left foot forward and dragged the right one behind her, in the motion of a circle.
An extremely small circle. The ledge couldn't be more than a foot in width. One wrong move and goodbye Vienna...
Why was she doing a ballet routine on the highest ledge of the Empire State Building? Of all places.
Vienna's legs shook. This was no time for falter in her movements. Usually, Vienna's limbs were languid. Not this time.
Vienna pushed up onto her left foot; she was standing on her toes. The teenager pushed her right foot to stretch behind her.
And for a split second... everything was peaceful. She was just a ballerina dancing on the edge of a rooftop, well, that was until a gust of wind quite literally knocked her off her feet.
Vienna Wallace was no longer performing a ballet routine on the edge of a building. She was free falling with flailing arms. She reached her pale hands out towards the building and closed her eyes...
