Short Stories

I Can Fly

The breeze feels good here. I can see the stars and the moon, then I think about being among the stars soon. I think back on what happened earlier and even way beyond this week... I feel the tears continuously run down my cheeks and down my neck.
I stand on this ledge because I'm worthless and unneeded. I've lost everything. There is no reason for me to be here. I was an accident on a drunken night. I was a failed abortion. My father abused my mother and I. Yet I put on a mask and pushed people away when I needed someone the most. They ask if I'm ok and I just simply reply, "I'm fine. Just alittle tired from lack of sleep recently."
I laugh at myself humorlessly. I was always so angry and sad inside without an outlet.. Then I found one when I was in highschool which hasn't been but 2 years. I look at my arms seeing the still visible scars that I have to hide everyday just for the sake of not being judge too harshly. I laugh again, which turns to a sob.
"I'm lost and without a cause." I say to myself.
"Come now, you can't be lost, love." A voice from beside me speaks.
I turn toward it with a sad smile. I see that it is a boy, maybe 16 or 17, wearing green, worn out clothes, with red hair.
"There isn't anything I can do to get you off that ledge, is there?" He asks looking at me sadly.
I slowly shake my head with more tears streaming down my face.
He holds out his hand, "Then I guess, it'll be my job to guide you to Neverland my dear." He states with tears in his eyes.
Then, I jumped.... Next thing I know, I'm flying.
"Are you ready to meet the lost boys, my dear?" He asks.
And I nod my head, holding his hand.