I had joined Amelia on the roof almost every day since our meeting. No matter how fast I ran out of the school gates towards the abandoned building, she was already waiting. I thought she was magic, the possibility of skipping school unknown to me. That day she asked me what I thought about dying for the first time. I was ten, and unsure of the motive behind her question, but answered as confidently as I could. Death was a party your old friends threw for you when you had begun to miss them too much. Amelia laughed at my childish answer. Her face soon grew cold, eyes empty for the first time as she stared across the field below.
"Death is an escape." Her answer was simple, and I thought nothing of it, Naive as I was. Like a holiday? My question once again coaxed a beautiful laugh from her lungs. Her hand ruffled my unruly mane for the first time that day.
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Why She Jumped
Short StoryBy the time I woke up on January 1st, 2013, Amelia Jackson was dead. Trigger Warning: Suicide Abuse Self Harm (Disclaimer; I do not own the cover image)
