A few blocks away I paused for a few minutes. My injuries were too much. It was then that I realized something.
How was I going to do it?
My "dad" had no guns and kept his medicine cabinet locked. Eventually I came to a solution. There was a beautiful spot a few miles away, on the edge of a sheer cliff that dropped into the ocean. I could jump off. I had always wanted to fly. I grinned and started walking again.
A few hours later I reached my destination, and sank to the ground. My body ached, and my vision was speckled with black dots. I could feel myself getting weaker, and I realized that if I didn't do it now, I was going to pass out anyway. I pulled myself up and staggered to the edge, and as I looked down, seeing the waves crash against the jagged rocks, I realized that there was no way I could survive the fall. A worm of doubt wriggled into my mind, and however hard I tried to push it out, it wouldn't leave my thoughts.
This was becoming way too complicated. All I wanted to do was fly.
I forced myself to the edge and threw myself off.
As my hair ballooned out behind me on my way down. I closed my eyes. There was nothing that I could do now. I'd made my choice.
That was before I heard the flute.
A/N: I thought of ending it here, but that would have been too cruel, right? And then I decided that, "Well, hey, I never called myself a nice person."
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The Guardians
FantasiaFourteen-year-old Storm has been passed from foster home to foster home for as long as she can remember. Not only that, but she has been abused by everybody she has placed her trust in. When she joins a secret society called the Guardians, can she l...
