The Pale Prince

A Berlin Sunrise

The Berlin towers stroked at the sky, running through the clouds and illuminating the blackened horizon with their bright synthetic stature. The wind bellowed and thrummed against the apartments and buildings, within which music countered the howling screeches of nature with the synthetic pop music that pumped out of the radio speakers and the yells and cries of the party within a particular building. The smell of spirits and other alcohol was prevalent within the penthouse, the home sitting pretty at the top of the tower from which it was situated within; the furniture that had once filled the rooms with a modern chic had been stripped out and removed to many of the home's locked storage cupboards whilst they had instead been replaced by a temporary bar, set up using a mass of fold-up chairs and tables. Display cases that once held loving photos and memories of times long passed were now filled with bottles of alcohol and mixer, some of them unopened and some of them with old sticky spillages coating the sides of their form, creating a foul discomfort upon contact.

The floor was a mess, trampling people jumping up and down along with the synthetic beats that came with the German singer's attractive voice as it blared through the speakers and was occasionally fiddled with by the DJ – the man flicking many dials knobs so as to cause distortions within the singer's voice. Putrid coatings of beer and spirits covered the hard wooden floor, along with other objects – popped condoms that had once been blown up and passed over the heads of the crowd; necklaces and jewellery that had fallen off of the guests and now found themselves laying dejectedly within the mess of alcohol; there was even one or two used condoms laying upon the floor, lonely in a typically disgusting sag as they had been thrown away by their equally disgusting users. The party had become more of a club, with the owner of the Penthouse sitting out on one of the many balconies whilst her guests enjoyed her alcohol, her pills and her cocaine – not that she had ever used it, but her drug addict uncle had always told her: 'The key to a good night is a good wealth of alcohol, Kraut and Cocaine' – it seemed, to her at least, that he had been right.

The wind continued to blow peacefully through the girl's hair as she sat on the armchair with a cigarette, letting the smoke drift out of her nose and mouth slowly and carefully – the feel of the burn at the back of her throat made the Bavarian girl smile, her black hair continuing to whip backwards as the wind suddenly became far more aggressive, shoving the strands behind her shoulders and towards the double-glazed doors, the glass still thrumming hard with the vibrant sound of the bass-filled music. Upon the recession of her cigarettes length and its final gasp of smoke, the girl pushed its slightly glowing end into the porcelain dish that sat upon her wide wooden table, putting it out before leaving it within the confines of the china's high sides. Sighing outwards, the girl stood up and shook her arms and legs, the cold night air flowing as the sun began to crest on the horizon, the party having gone on for all night.

Taking her hand in one head, the German girl ran her fingers across her scalp and towards the ends of her hair, muttering as she did so. "Come on Bella," The girl whispered to herself, placing her palms upon the cold, condensation covered handrails that sat before her and the huge drop towards the street – which lay largely empty in the early hours of the morning, with only the occasional cyclist or commuter rushing from the streets into their office jobs. "Get it together." Pushing herself slightly off of the handrail before rocking herself back towards the drop, the girl took one more deep breath before lifting her leg up and stepping onto the metal bar that her hands were placed upon, quickly swinging the leg over the side of the building before pulling herself up, straddling both of her legs over each side of the barrier. "Okay." The girl muttered to herself, her voice filled with exclamation and a slight note of fear. "Okay, this is okay – I'm going to be okay. You've done this before Bella, stop being such a baby."