Taken

She sung quietly to herself, as she did when she felt upset. He could hear it, sending shivers down his spine, all her words hung in the air, and he couldn't shake the feeling. Sat next to her in their bed, he couldn't speak; he hated seeing her like this. Reaching out one hand to gently glide his fingers over her body, she flinched when they touched her. For a few seconds, she stopped her hypnotic singing, and sat in silence. Thoughts rushed around her head, filling up her mind, torturing her. She writhed in pain, moving out of his reach, her thoughts were getting to her. Resuming her singing, she started to rock impatiently on the end of their bed, as she leant back, he spine stuck right out, like a skeleton. He reached out and traced his fingers down her spine, listening to her voice. She twitched at his touch, and turned to him,

“Tommy,” she whispered, “I don’t belong here.” It’s all she managed to say before her throat closed over, and she carried on her distant minded swaying. Standing up from their bed, she sighed softly and glided to the window, standing up on the window sill, she leaned over it and breathed in the cool air. Within moments Tommy was out of the bed, and he wrapped his muscular arms around her starved body. Pulling her gently back from the edge, his need for her grew, what would he do without her?

“Aurora, never leave me,” he muttered into her ear, wrapping his arms around her, he could feel her tears falling down from her face onto his shoulders. She had never been this bad, he had thought. Aurora struggled for a few seconds, breaking free from his tightening grip. She threw herself to the edge of the window, once more breathing in the cool, night breeze, she began her singing, keeping Tommy in a trance. He watched her with longing eyes, and he could feel the tears welling in his eyes, one dripped down from his eye and trailed down across his face. Aurora watched him, keeping her breathing steady. Turning back to the window, she climbed onto the window sill once more and hung her feet over the edge. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, making the urge to jump even more intense.

“This is the right thing to do,” she turned and looked at Tommy, gripping a hold of the edge of the window. Leaning forward she took in the sights around her, the bright, full moon seemed to call her, and a distant wolf howl, carrying the wishes of a broken heart.

He stood up from where was crouched, and slowly stepped towards her, she matched his timing. “I will jump.” Step. “I won’t jump.” Step.  “I will jump.” Step. “I won’t jump.” Step. Tommy stopped walking towards her, almost in arms reach,

“Rory, don’t do this beautiful.” Aurora absently mindedly twiddled her hair, and swayed over the edge of the window. She caught his last word, beautiful, had he just called her beautiful? Rory smiled a short-lived smile, she took her thoughts away from it, if anything she was far from it.

“Don’t lie to me, Tommy.” She hissed under her breath, “I’ll never be beautiful.” A single tear rolled down her face and she edged her way closer to the window, thinking this was the only way out. Shuffling herself right to the edge, she took one last breath, and pushed herself off of the edge. Not even seconds passed, until she hit something hard, was she finally dead? She kept her eyes closed deciding whether she was dead or not, what had happened? Her eyes fluttered open, taking in the cars and lights below, she writhed slightly, she couldn’t make out where she was. Suddenly she felt herself being sucked backwards, upwards even. Arching her back, as it scraped across the window ledge, she thought that finally death had claimed her body. Underneath her the cars rushed around, and the lights kept glowing, unknowing that someone had tried to commit suicide above them. A wave of warmth hit her, and a familiar smell filled her nose.