The cool breeze blew acrossed her face. The high was just wearing off, and she could feel her depression returning. The wind blowing across her balcony caused it to swirl slightly. Only memories flew through her mind, memories of past happiness, memories of past pain, and memories of mistakes. How hard she tried to fight, it seemed surreal that she could barely stand. How difficult it was to even stand. She could hardly see in front of her. Needles poking at her side, the lack of warmth from the sun. It was cold, like Winter in the midst of Summer. The wind feeling like razors against her skin. The hunger eating away at her strength. All she could say was good bye, I'm sorry, and don't worry. She was nothing but a husk at this point, the soul within was coming undone. The ledge drew closer with every breath, will it get better, can it get better? She only thought one thing, and that was that it would never get better. She had came undone. She lost control, the fear taking the wheel. The ground was a sweet call to release as her pain flew out and abandoned, as everyone else had done before.
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Happy and Derranged
AléatoireI'm going to be writing a series of stories, hopefully all pretty short. They will show my frustration with life and the people around me. They'll also show what interests me.
