Meet Charlie

(3) It Was Especially Icy That Night

Meet Flora Whyte. Bubbly. Happy all the time. Pretty. Her smile lights up the world. That's what people thought of her.

Broken. Tormented. Depressed. Suicidal. Fake smiles all of the time. That's how she thought of herself. Ever since the accident that ruined her life and the person she cared about most with it. Her mum, Layla.

On February 17th, 2010, Flora's mum had a severe car accident that happened when she was coming back from work. Flora's dad abandoned them and they never could afford a proper babysitter. Usually, mum would call one of her friends, but all of them were on a night out. They were already in debt by then (since Flora's dad usually had the money to pay off the bills). But he was gone. So Flora was in the house by herself at 10.30 p.m.

That night, it started snowing like never before. The whole street was covered in soft snow. But not only snow. Ice. Ice was and is now her enemy and demon. I guess that's why nowadays, she never goes out when it's snowing beause she knows somewhere there is ice lingering. Waiting for someone to slip. That night on February, it was her mum that had to pay the price. The news had an ice warning saying that even vehicles were in danger.

Maybe if she didn't have to work on her day off. Maybe if her dad had stayed just for a little while longer. Maybe if she had just convinced her mum to stay off work that day. All of these things have haunted her mind ever since that day, but there is one that follows her around. Killing her bit by bit. Maybe if she wasn't born.

If she wasn't born, her dad wouldn't have had to feel that pressure when those two life changing words "I'm pregnant" came out of her mum's mouth. Maybe then he wouldn't have left them to fend for themselves and Layla wouldn't have had to work more than she already did. She wouldn't have had to work that night on her day off, or have the accident that caused Layla to go into a heart breaking coma for 4 years. She only died 2 months ago much to many people's dismay. Including Flora's. But for Flora it was more. More pain. More angst. More self harming. It never got better for her. Just for other people who secretly didn't care.

They decided to never get involved with families like them who are in debt or suffering with money problems and you want to know why? Because they thought that all they cared about was money. People paying off their bills and never paying back, but that's not what they cared about at all. What they cared about was people who cared about them. Who would comfort them, say everything was going to be okay and meant it. However, Flora knew that even that wasn't going to solve everything when she found out what happened that night the police came to their flat.

"I'm so sorry Miss Whyte".

No you're not, Flora would think. You have this kind of situation to deal with almost everyday. Why is this one so different? Each one, you pity and feel sympathy for, but you never feel so sorry enough to actually want to help, do you? Just pity.

Now, Flora is 17 and living in a children's home. She doesn't like anyone there and when she says anyone, she means anyone. They're either snobby or unappreciative. Unappreciative of what they have. Flora doesn't have anyone. She doesn't know where her dad is or what life he's living in now or even if he remembers Flora and the life he decided to selfishly walk out of that evening. At least they have a parent. Flora thought when one of them was crying way too fakely whilst being comforted with an open shoulder. And it's true. Flora is the only orphan who has no parent. Not in contact anyway. And you already know that the other one's dead. After everything she's had to deal with in her past, she's decided to change into a different person than what she was before. However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't escape her past.

That day in school was the worst one Flora has ever had. With all of the teachers looking down on her and shouting at her for not doing work even when they know about the situation she's had to and still has to deal with. I guess they think that she's 'over it' since whenever they see her, she's always with a small amount of friends looking happy. Well she's not. She's actually the complete opposite. Broken. She got sent out for apperently talking back to the teacher in a rude and dissrespective way, but all Flora thought she was doing was saying her honest opinion. This school should learn to handle things a bit more.

"Oh whatever," she said as she picked up her belongings and walked out of class(making sure to fill the school with a loud, frustrated bang of the door closing) as she left. She's had enough. Except this wasn't like the other times when she had enough. This is different. This time, it's got her life coming to a final end.

There's no point in me being here, she thought. My friends will grieve, but not for the rest of their lives. Soon they'll forget me. My teachers wanted nothing more than to make me feel useless and dumb so they'll just be upset about giving me such a hard time. Not the actual fact that I'll be dead. My dad obviously didn't care about my mum so why should he care about me? If he cared about my mum, he would've come to her funeral. I doubt I'll have a funeral once I'm dead.

Flora continued climbing up the suspiciously long staircase. Her mum did used to say that things seem like a long way away when wanting them so bad. In this case, it's Flora wanting to get to roof and just simply jump. To take her life away by that one simple action.

Once she finally reached the door that would open out into the rooftop, she shakily reached the door handle. She saw before her, the place she was going to join her mum with. It was somewhat relaxing the way she thought of it. A place where she will finally be meeting her mum again.

Flora slowly placed one foot onto the ledge, not wanting to accidentally fall. That would make it an accidental death. She wanted to do it herself. Flora took a deep breath as she stood with both feet on the ledge, looking over the city. Little did she know, she was being watched by two pairs of ice blue eyes. Why is the world such a cruel place sometimes? Flora thought, as she felt herself leaning over into her death that will soon be greeted by that one special person she lost in February 2010...

"I wouldn't jump if I were you, it's going to hurt terribly".

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sorry for the depressing writing.