In the silence of my mind, echo's linger where your warm embrace once danced and sang.
"Jolie, Jolie are you awake?"
"Angie?"
At the end of my bed, sat a familiar face that my blurry vision couldn't identify. But through my struggling sight i could still see the sadness and the tear that dropped from their face.
"Aunty Jane?"
Every blink made her puffy eyes more clear, "Aunty Jane, what are you doing here? Wheres Mum and Dad?", "And why are you crying?"
They say the mind builds a wall between you and what will break you, for the next 2 minutes of my life, i still believed Angie was alive. She faced the door, unable to speak at the sight of my memory loss. So i got out of bed and ran to Angies room, because i knew she would give me answers. An empty bed had me worried and that was before i saw the police cars parked out front.
"Aunty whats going on!?"
The only person i had to cure my concern, was hopelessly breaking down in tears on my bed. I threw on slippers and ran out into the frosty morning air. I ran down the pathway into town, almost like i was being pushed by a wind that wasn't there. The tail of police vehicles filled my eyes, until all that was before me was a crime scene and my desperately helpless parents in the middle of it.
I reached out for the yellow police tape, before i tripped and fell onto my knees.
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"Angie, ANGIE!"
"NO!"
"Im so sorry"
"HEY!"
"WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO KILL HER?!"
"JOLIE, ARE YOU OK"
"F**KING STOP"
"ANGIE"
"Im so sorry"
"Are-are you ok?
"Over The Fence"
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Quickly, i couldn't breathe, my heart held onto Angie and quickly everything came back. I looked up at the taped off cliff.
"ANGIE PLEASE"
In that moment, it wasn't me who got up and ran towards the cliff. It wasn't me who was grabbed by a thousand arms before i tried to go with Angie. I didn't understand. All i know is that my soul was still siting there on the ground with someones warm aura wrapped around me.
Kicking and screaming, the sky was painted with my tears and my legs were stroked with deep red. All my parents could do was stand there and watch the moment 8 year old me would never be the same.
All conscience was lost until i felt a thin stab go into my arm, suddenly, everything went dark.
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Over The Fence
General FictionAt the age of 8 years old, she watched the person she loved most fall into the depths of death. Then she tried to fall too, but only into the depths of depression. She grew up navigating a life haunted by a shattered past. So broken, but so young an...
