The tall empire state building stood in front of her. Every light source seemed to be pointing right to it as it glistened in the sunlight. Staring upward, she smiled. It was just the right height. It was a long way to go.
Talia glanced around her. No one looked at her. They didn't give her a glance. They continued their daily business not caring about anything around them.
Just hustling and bustling. Carrying on with life.
Life.
Such a precious thing. So short, so fragile, so painful, she thought.
The sun was nearly at its highest peak.
"It is time to get moving," she mumbled to herself.
She walked up to the glass doors and pushed the door forward. Cool air brushed against her cheeks as she stepped in. Talia looked around. Just the same old thing. No one looked at her. Not a glance.
The room was bright and pearly with several elevators on each side.
She cautiously moved toward the elevators that were surrounded by people, all eyes on devices in front of them. She went to the first elevator on her right, eyeing the camera.
No one noticed her, just standing there. Not even the security guards. Was she invisible? Did no one realize a red headed fifteen year old was among them? A fifteen year old that was supposed to be in school, eating lunch among her friends? Which friends? Invisible ones. Invisible ones just like her.
The elevator chimed as the metal doors opened. All walked forward, seeping into the iron box, and crowded the inside like a pack of sardines. She stepped forward with them and flowed with them.
"Sorry, kid," said an average aged man as he pushed passed her, taking the last space in the elevator.
"It's fine. I have all the time in the world," she said more to herself than to him, before the doors chimed closed.
She looked up at the top of the elevator as the floor levels changed on the screen.
Talia was looking forward to the time, to the moment, time would stop. The freezing of time. The blissful moment of end.
The moment life wouldn't matter anymore, the moment she'd be gone, when she actually wouldn't matter, when she actually wouldn't exist. To be gone from the retched world she called home.
The elevator chimed open, this time empty. She stepped in and the doors closed behind her. Talia looked to her left and searched for the ideal option. She smiled when she saw the top floor, 102.
She pressed the button, and listen to the music play. She had chosen first elevator in sight, hoping the cameras would catch her. She needed them to see her. To have those moments on record.
The elevator was beautiful though. The walls were pearly and had a creamy colour. Right on the wall was an image of the building in black. The fifth tallest structure in the world, right there the high mighty city of New York.
People were sure to notice her. But not before, not during, but after. She had the talent. She sung like an angel from heaven, but no one listened. She could paint and draw an object, like it was the actual picture, but no one looked. She could write a poem full of emotion, it would bring tears to someone's eye; she could write a story and it would be like they were there, but no one read. Her smile brightened a room, but there was no reason to smile or to laugh. Just like her voice, her face was like an angel, beautiful.
But did anyone notice her, did they pay her any mind? Was it her height? Was she too short to be noticed? Was it her eyes with a dysfunctional, strange colour or that sometimes she was temporarily blind? What was wrong with a girl like her to be neglected, ignored, and abused? What did she do to deserve this pain and misery?
Talia glanced up at the screen as it continued to count upward.
80, 81, 82...
Suddenly the walls around her changed to glass, rising higher and higher in the shaft.
Breath escaped her lips. New York was just below her, getting smaller and farther away. The elevator continued to rise. Talia stepped closer and placed her soft hands on the glass, jaws touching the ground in complete awe. Her eyes searched the ground and her eyes widened as she spotted her house, her school and her church.
The people seemed as ants hastily going about their business. Cars speed on the highway and others crawled on the streets. A small smile creeped on her lips.
99, 100, 101, 102.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors chimed opened. It opened to small circular room, with large glass windows.
Are you really going to do this? We can make it through this, death isn't needed, her conscience said.
"I was wondering where you were," said Talia sadly.
Don't do this, Talia. Don't do this. You're parents are in this very building.
"I know that," she said gazing out the window.
Please don't do this. I know they have caused you pain, but you can get over this.
Talia didn't reply. Tears were streaming down her cheeks, her eyes closed.
"It's my birthday for God's sake! My birthday!" she sobbed.
She slid down to her knees and wrapped her arms around herself, her shoulders shaking.
"No one said anything. No one. But I expected it. Of course they'd forget my birthday," she sobbed as she sank down to the floor.
"No one," she sobbed softly.
All was silent along with her conscience. Too quiet. She stood up and looked out the window. Everything continued as usual below.
"Strange."
Talia opened the window and the silence reigned.
"Have I gone deaf?" she asked herself.
No, can't you hear yourself?
"Oh, I can."
New York continued its way, silently.
"What the hell happened?"
Talia looked around the room for cameras. Surprisingly there wasn't any. She got to work.
She slipped off her school bag and opened it. She took out her black folder and took out her letter and placed it on the floor. Next she took out 12 cans of spray and a small bag. In the small bag, was a photo of herself that she drew, two candles and a lighter. She placed the photo in the middle of the room and placed the candles beside it. She took the lighter and lit the candles.
She went over to the sprays on picked up red. She walked over the walls and started spraying. She sprayed and sprayed, laughing that she was actually vandalizing. Finally complete she sprayed the floor right up the candles.
Talia stepped backed smiling, satisfied with her work. She placed the sprays in her bag and went over the open window. She hoisted herself up, fierce wind blowing in her face. All was still quiet, but it didn't matter. She pushed half her body through the window and gasped at the height.
"God, this is high."
She closed her eyes and breathed. She opened them again and took out her left foot and stood on the small short ledge. She took out her right foot, holding on to the window.
"This is it, my end."
Talia closed her eyes and slowly let go of the window going into a free fall.
I'm not supporting suicide. Its a story and I'm advising that no one should kill themselves.
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