{{NOT SO NORMAL}}

11

   I guess it's safe to say it all started with her. My fall from grace, my illusive behaviors, my complete undoing.
  
   As to what happened exactly I'm still not clear even to this day. Bits and pieces are there I know this, but the sequence of events that pushed me too this point here on top of the roof of my apartment building I couldn't tell you. These last ten days alone have been hell. 

   Now as to whether I should jump or not is the true question. The pros I have no one left to miss me. The cons well at this point it's safe to say I can't think of any. I watch the world steadily pass below and light up my last stick of cancer letting the harsh smoke infiltrate my lungs because why not. I don't think I'll be using them much longer.

   I wonder where she is now? Probably ruining someone else's life. That's what she seemed to be good at. But I fell for it. I fell for those haunting green eyes and crooked smile. I fell for the way her jet black hair always smelled like wild flowers. I made a mistake. And it seemed as if everyone else in my life paid for it when it should of been me.

   So you want to know what happened. At least those small fragments that are worth telling. Someone has to be around to know that this was all me, Dahlia Riley Cane. Riles to anyone who cared.

   I look out past the buildings, past the busy streets, the crowded bridge of people leaving and entering this broken town at the horizon. It's almost nightfall and a light breeze rushes around me as my feet dangle over the side. I take another puff or two before putting it out. Best to save a bit.

  So, here we go. It all started, well ended I should say, when Yosalie Sheffield came to town.