Saved by an Angel

11:58PM

11:58.

Two more minutes.

Rising from her seat, she stood on the couch, in front of the window tall enough to fit her. Tenderly, she traced its pane, caressing its tiny cracks, its irremovable dirt, and wished someone would do this to her - to ease her pain and the fractures within her. But she knew they're merely silly fantasies that will surely never come true.

She closed her eyes, and the winds grew harsher, the city sounds louder, its stench stronger and more repulsive. She greedily breathed it all. Opening her eyes slightly, she stepped onto the windowpane, hand still stroking it. She looked down.

Immediately, sweat dotted her skin and her limbs trembled. Her heart thudded, loud and quick, in her chest, her grip on the windowpane tight, and eyes wide. Apparently, five stories down looked a lot higher when standing than sitting.

Biting her bottom lip, she stared at the darkness above. Goodness, how she hated herself - just when she was about to do it, this happened. She sighed once in annoyance and another to calm herself down.

From the corner of her eye, she spotted the clock. She registered the old thing's features, its aging hands, its browning white background, knowing this was the last time she'll ever see the companion who has been there waiting with her, and has accepted the lunacy she's about to.

But her gaze on it lingered, and it only stared back - perhaps even encouragingly. (So much for a companion.)

Halo shook her head, getting her thoughts in order. She has to stop clinging to life. Why in the world would she want to continue living? Nothing was going to happen to her. She wasn't needed. She has no purpose.

Returning to stare at the ground below her, she uneasily shifted her feet. She has to hurry. She needed to do it. Her guts were running out. Fear was conquering her little by little in a speed jaguars would be jealous of. It's about to take her over; to make her turn around and face life once again.

Once her breathing was steady and she was relaxed, she closed her eyes and gradually extended a leg to the space before her. The wind was stronger than ever, as though it was trying to push her back into her room. But, she fought it and inched further to the air. She was letting the weight of her body go, and she was leaning forward, leaning down, down, down --