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Sometimes I think my soul is too large for my body, and those are the times that makes me crave to set it free. I suppose that exact thought is what drove me to be standing where I am now, an exceptionally delicate and fragile state when placed on top the rooftops rugged edge. The cold side-walk called to me from below, impatiently begging for a much awaited embrace, an embrace so incessantly thought of that the context of the predicament felt as remarkably familiar as if I was in the realms of my own home, perhaps because the place I have desired to be for a long time was now seconds away, and what an incredibly comforting thought that was.

Scarlett Beige, age sixteen; the name of who will be engraved onto a pale sheet of the rising sun. Below my name will follow an extraordinarily brief summary of the person I once was, brief for the fact that no one reading will honestly care enough to pursue what absent knowledge there is.

It will forget to mention I had deep, blue eyes, and will fail to inform I was left handed, that I had a scar under my bangs from doing back flips on the floors of my room, which also happened to be my first real taste of physical pain. It won't state I read books, nor that I preferred English tea to Seattle brewed coffee. My music taste of classic rock n' roll and once vivid desire to experience every high and low of the world will forever be a secret locked inside my body. No one will ever know what made me, me. The quirks that made me different, odd, and strange won't be up for public eyes.

I'm pleasantly okay with that too.

I wasn't a depressed soul seeking vengeance of agony. For me, this act was being carried out with a purpose. I wish it'd be know that this isn't being done out of spite, though. The feeling of anger, sadness, and fear are not present within me. Honestly, any form of emotion has been absent for quite a while now. Some may say that's the problem, but from my point of view at this moment, the absence of fear is a good thing. I'm not sure I'd have the ability to go through with this if it was present.





[[ fairly written first chapter, hope we don't have to wait till 2019 for the next one ]]

                            











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