Within Reach

~Part 19~

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#19

Death. Death. Death. Please. Now. Do it now. Before she can. Before her knife can. Before her hands can. Before her drugs can. Death, I'm begging you. Do it now.

I mentally screamed what would have had the country on the hunt. He twisted my hair evilly between his fingers before running his hand up my leg. Stop. Now. Death, do me a favour. Please.

I saw the look in her eyes as she inhaled. The drowsiness of a substance that was decaying her from the inside out. If only it would hurry up. If only she would die. I could escape, live a life, grow up safely, feel loved, appreciated. If only death would hurry the process up.

No. No. No. I bit the inside of my lip as I stumbled back towards the table without braking hold on her eyes. Her every movement was monitored by my view. The way she stuttered, the flopping, the mumbling. She was buying it again. Her endless supply that came from a man I didn't know. A man who was destroying us both.
Death, kill him off too while you're at it.

I crouched down in attempt to protect my head from the TV console that was hurling my way.

Death. Please. Just do it already.

Help me. I can't do it anymore.

Please. Please. I heard slapping of skin coming from the front door, where no doubtably my mother was rampaging again. My turn of saw bones was due to come soon. Death, take me away. Just do it. If only you weren't so late.

Death, this is your last chance. If you don't do anything about it, I will.

I ran after the man that walked astray down our brick driveway, climbing out the small framed widow that lined the back of the lounge room door. My Mother was surely passed out somewhere, drunk or stoned. My feet hurtled one part of the foot path after the other until I came short just a few metres before him.
"What happened?" I asked. I was referring to the unconscious woman in my house, and the man I didn't know, who carried her in and left without a word. I watched him as he slouched, then turned around slowly.
"Got drunk, passed out." He slurred. The small fabric of the Grey dress I wore seemed less warming then ever.
"Please." I begged. "Help. Is there anyway you can help her?"
If I could get her better, maybe she would realise what everything she took had made her do to me. Maybe her vision would become clear enough to see the scars of sharp things and broken mistakes that riddled my body like ink I couldn't remove.
Maybe then, she'd love me.
"Nothing to do kid. Nothing wrong with her" he shrugged.
"There is a million things wrong with her" I shouted at him.
"Wow, kid, don't raise your voice. Your mum's just having a bit of fun. Nothing wrong with that" he started to move his feet as his body followed their movement further away down the path.
"Please. H-help Her. Help Me. Please"
I sobbed, tears lapping over.
He walked further more, than shuffled around slightly, turning only his head in my direction.
"I can't help when there's no problem" with that he started down the street again.
Oh death. Kill me. Kill us all.

This is it death. You wouldn't come to me, so I'm coming to you. I told you I'd do something about it, so now I am. That wasn't a joke.

My fist clenched and un-clenched as I let the fear of hitting solid concrete leave my body. Hopefully death would be kind enough to take me before it came to that. Before my body hit the ground.

Was it death greeting me, had I already jumped?

What would I say to death? I hadn't even thought of it.
I slowly released the tight clench my eyes had created, letting my eyelids knit apart, hyperventilating over what may lie behind them. I nearly lost my balance, stumbling at the far too-familiar school scene.
So I hadn't fallen. And death was no where to be seen.

Memories came back in a flash as I listened to every word the boy with blonde hair and pale eyes said. My body refused to accept it, but My ears still soaked it up. How could it be true?

Hopefully death would be kind enough to take me before it came to that. Before my body hit the ground.

He had come.

He had tried to take me before it came to it.

Before my body hit the ground.

But not in the way I expected. He'd tried to take me away from the edge. Not call me towards it.

Was it death who greeted me? Had I already jumped?

It was him. But no, I hadn't jumped, I hadn't needed to fall to see him.

So I hadn't fallen. And death was no where to be seen.

I had been so wrong. No, I didn't fall, but he was everywhere to be seen. And not just that day when I stood upon the building. Every dream, every nightmare, every thought, every time I closed my eyes. I didn't need to die to meet death. He was right with me on that lonely G-Block. Back then, and now.
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