The Day You Left Me

To The Pizza Parlor

I woke up with a grin. Today I'll say goodbye world, hello Holly. I felt relaxed. Oh! I don't have to get ready this morning. I mean, I am jumping off a building. So where's the point in getting ready. Jumping from my bed, I slid my feet into my slippers and ran. Shit. While running down the stairs, my foot missed a step and I hurled down the remaining steps. When I came to a halt, I rubbed my aching back. That hurt. Dizzily standing up, I walked towards my father. Grinning at him, I said
"Hey! Guess what? You won't have to deal with me anymore! Isn't that great? You won't have to toss my ass out of the house because I'm going to be doing that." Then I hugged him. By the time I let go, his mouth hung open. Before he could acknowledge what happened, I was out the door and running through the streets of New York. I relished the frost that bit me, the wind that made breathing hard, everything. Everything was perfect. I imagined it all as a play as I strode in the direction of the parlor. It seemed as if the birds that occupied the city sung in harmony and the normally emotionless or irritated faces of the people had beheld smiles. Everything was as it should be. Finally, I stopped in front of the worn down building. The once bright red bricks were now dull and covered in moss and mold. The building looked as if it was leaning on its left side, held up only by the rotting wooden beams. I remember when it was in business. Holly and I would come here frequently, when we were 6. But the parlor soon went out of business since it lacked the money to pay for it's release. I gazed at the building in sadness. Such a fine place that was gone too soon. Raising my head, I entered the building. Up and up I went, taking cautious steps for the place was unstable and collapsing. Then I reached the top. I closed my eyes, enjoying the songs the wind sung. Opening them, I walked towards the edge. Suddenly I started to shake. Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Almost there. My breathing hitched and the fear crashed down onto me like a wave. Fuck. Almost there, almost there, almost there. Left, right, left, right. I started to speed walk and stopped once I reached the edge. Would Holly commit suicide? I think not...but I will be at peace. So it's okay. It's okay for me to do this. Or am I wrong? No, I will do this. I won't back down. I brought my right foot over the edge. Just as I was about to fall from the building, a voice interrupted my thoughts and said
"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Purposely short chapter and you shall see why >:) however after this chapter, my other chapters will, for the most part, be over 1,000 words. Enjoy~