12. The edge.

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I stepped towards the edge, my dress was muddy and torn. My feet were week. The wind was blowing my hair all around my face. “Katie!” I turned to see Max running towards me. My hair covered my face.”I'm so sorry....for everything...I’m sorry I didn't help...” I looked away from him in anger “Look...” he pulled me away”Step away it will be ok now”. I knew it wouldn’t I knew it couldn’t...

I starred deep into his blue eyes, I couldn’t help but step inches closer. I ran my wet hands though his soppy wet hair, he placed his hands round my face and pushed my hair from my eyes revealing my mascara run face. He slowly moved closer and placed his lips on mine. I kissed back its was amazing. We kissed again... one last time. He stepped back as I did and moved his hair from his eyes “See, its all ok now” as the last words left his mouth and revealed my knife and held it up to the rain. “Whoa! Put that down Katie!”. He moved toward me. “STAY BACK!” I screamed, it didn’t matter that I was loud no one could hear us this far away. “Katie...put...it...down...” “I can't...” I broke into tears. Placed the knife by my waist, and stabbed. The pain spiralled around me. “KATIE!” Max rushed to stop me from falling. I still had the knife inside me. “Finish me...” I mumbled. “What?...” “FINSH ME!” I cried from the pain. He tried moving me away from the edge. “JUST DO IT!” I cried.

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