The Legacy of Maisie -- Lorien Legacies Fanfiction

Part 4 | Chapter Three

Amongst the things that have happened, I've had some time to think. And that's a dangerous thing. Especially in my situation. But, let's face it, I'm probably the only one who's had their memory stolen, got picked up by a bunch of teenage aliens, is slowly getting their memories back in barely helpful flashbacks, found out they have telekinesis, telepathy, the ability to fly, and are able to make indestructible force fields, and has been enlisted into an alien war. That's a lot to comprehend.

And on top of all that, my parents are dead. They were my world. But my world was burned. I have nothing but a pre-established, tight group of friends. They don't know me. I don't know me. I'm an outsider to everyone, even myself.

It almost seems as if they don't want me here. They already have their hands full with Ella and her nightmares. Not to mention the letter. There's just so much going on and I'm just getting in the way. For those of you who are new here, that translates to me getting in the way of them saving the world from certain destruction. So, there's that.

Do you know how many times I've thought about jumping off the top of this building? A lot. Leaving wouldn't be enough. I don't have anywhere to go. I don't belong here. I don't belong anywhere. I belong with my family. But they're dead. I should be dead. I'm going to die eventually. I might as well end the suffering.

You may ask what I'm suffering through. The answer to that is life. I'm suffering through life. It's this screwed up thing that people take for granted.

I stare at the flickering lamp on the nightstand. Someone really needs to change the lightbulb. Sighing, I turn away and walk to the door. I crack it open, poking my head through. The coast is clear. They all must be in Sandor's room. Good. I tiptoe down the hallway, the lights dimmer than usual. Again, Nine, fix the freaking light bulbs.

I could've sworn I heard someone following me but, every time I turned around, no one was there.

Just ignore it, I tell myself. No one cares anyway.

I sneak up the stairs leading to the roof. The wind hits my face immediately. It's like little icy pinpricks on my face and arms. It's nice and early here in Chicago. So peaceful.

My feet slowly travel up to the edge of the building. I close my eyes. I don't squeeze them shut, just lightly close them. I focus my hearing on the whistling wind. I put one foot on top of the little bit sticking up. And then the other. My breath rattles on the way out. I lean forward.

But my arm is yanked back towards the building. I crash into something that I can't quite make out and carried away from the edge. Once I'm put down, I see that it's Nine of all people.

His big hands grip my forearms as he shakes me. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Well, I-"

"Why were you going to jump off a goddamn building?!" he yells.

"I-I-I..." My eyes fill with water. "Wh-why sh-shouldn't I?" Tears spill down my face. I stand there, sobbing. He stands there, watching me break down. He doesn't say anything.

"I-I'm not wrong," I choke out. "Am I?!"

Nine still doesn't say anything. He just pulls me into him, wrapping me in a hug. In a way, I feel like I don't deserve it.

"I know what you're feeling," he whispers.

"No, you don't. You can't," I say, my voice cracking at the end.

"You still don't know how to control the telepathy. Right when I went to grab you off the ledge, it was like all your feelings punched me in the face," he goes on.