Scribbles

No.06

She stood there at the edge of the cliff, looking out to sea, tears pouring down her face as the storm raged on and the fire continued to burn on inside of her. Her bright red hair, that was usually so perfect, not a strand out of place, was a wet, tangled mess, whipping at her face in the wind, it felt like every time it was slapped across her cheeks it was adding another cut to the ever growing collection. Thunder rumbled loudly overhead deafening her to all other sounds. The rain came down harder than had before, and it chilled her to her bones, freeing her very core. The wind was out of control and it stabbed at her like knives, was swirling the rain into a frenzy, so much so that it felt like pebbles against her skin. Below, the waves crashed violently against the shore, eating away at the cliff base, ensuring that the day the cliff was claimed by the sea, was now day closer than it had been previously. A flash of lightening illuminated the sky beautifully and she was silhouetted against the dark horizon. Her brown eyes, usually so bright and welcoming, were cast dark during the storm, they glimmered ever so slightly as she looked down at the delicate gold chain clasped between her fingers, and the metal was reflected in them. She held the necklace in her hand, holding it tightly in her fist, so tight that her knuckles were turning white, and she could feel her nails digging  painfully into her palms and she could slowly begin to the feel the pooling of blood. She drew in a deep breathe as she slowly raised her arm to the sea, dangling the chain over the cliff's edge. The pendant, a small anchor wrapped delicately in vines, began to sway dangerously in the wind. What little light there was, was reflected off the pendant, making it gleam and causing it to dance across her porcelain skin. As the thunder rumbled, she closed her eyes and drew in a deep, shuddering breath, and, on the next lightening strike, let go.