I swing the door to the roof open, running as fast as I can with my bare feet scratching against the stone filled concrete, creating bruises and cuts across my naked feet.
It's kind of ironic isn't it, how death chooses us. How it chases us. We all die sooner or later, although some people die earlier than others. It's like we're marked. For me, it was decided since the moment I was born. I wouldn't live past eighteen, not without a transplant at least.
My heart is beating at a hundred beats per second. Leaving an aching feeling in my chest, like it's about to burst. By this point, pieces of stones and glass has cut through the thin skin of my feet. I reach the end of the roof, with my feet inches away from the edge. My breath speeds up and hitches as I look down at the thirty-meter drop, separating me and the ground.
Death is a beautiful tragedy. It's beautiful because you're finally letting go and leaving the pain behind. The tragic part is that the pain never truly goes away. You're just passing it on to someone else.
The moon is pushing its rays through the heavy clouds surrounding me, shining o so little light down on me. Glistering in my eyes, bringing a tear to the surface. It's easy to live, and it's easy not to. It's the part in-between which is hard. Taking the leap. Leaving everything. I always knew I was going to die. I'm a ticking time-bomb. And for that reason, I try to stay away from people, try not to love. The most cruel thing you can do to someone is making them feel your love, making them love you, and then leaving them. I never want someone to feel that pain because of me. It scares me. Love scares me.
I edge closer and closer to my escape as my body shifts from one foot to the other. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, a final deep breath. All I have to do is let go.. If I let go, then everything will be over. No more medication. No more fake sympathy from people I don't know. It will just stop. I hold the cold air in my lungs for a few seconds, before it slips out. Shifting one foot in front of the other, throwing my body backwards in a hundred and eighty-degree angle. I'm falling..
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Train Wreck
Fanfictiontrain wreck; the story in which a girl's fate is turned upside down after her encounter with a new face. [You told me to look at the brightest star, and that you would be looking at it too. But perhaps you are the brightest star. Making sure I get t...
