Falling

Early evening. It was Christmas eve and snow was falling outside the window, the snowflakes seemingly dancing against the grey skyline of the city as they fell to the ground and melted on contact. As if they were falling to their certain death. Andrea had never seen a 'white Christmas'. Every year she dreamed and wished and often the snow came but never settled, leaving no trace of its existence, as if mocking her. "This year... maybe." She could see it in her mind, Ollie and her sat next to a blazing fire, she in a dragon onesie and him as a murloc and the snow all around their small wooden cabin at the edge of the forest overlooking the city. As she was dreaming, a knock came at the door. Getting up and unaware of the nearby ledge, Andrea hit her head but didn't really notice. The knock was Ollie and she welcomed him home with a warming hug. As they drew apart a red mark was left on his white coat. It was blood. Andrea looked at the stain and then at Ollie. The room began to fade and spin before her vision became a static, then blackness.

Falling. Surrounded by the darkness of a world that ended. This void gripping at her flesh as if draining the very last energy from this living corpse. Motionless she fell, as if dancing against the black. This girl has never seen life and never will. The end and the beginning made from her. The life she took transformed into new, where people would laugh and dance and play and sing. Where people would feel the light and warmth of a star and feel its soft, gentle glow on their skin. This girl had been falling since the end of time, never had she laughed or danced or sang. Never had she felt the light and warmth of a star and felt its soft, gentle glow on her skin. As soon as she had began falling she hit the ground after what seemed an eternity of pain in this place. This place a creation of suffering and hate, stained red with the blood of a thousand wars, the blood of men and women and children. Then it hit, all the pain of those people flooded her veins and she stopped. Forever just stopped.

The drone of a heart monitor echoed through the hospital but it seemed only one had heard it. Ollie. He stood up and ran over to Andrea's side. "Someone help!" he cried out but no one came. No one cared. This was a hospital, things like this happened daily in the city. No need to cause a fuss, especially for a girl who had spent her whole life in the forest. As far as they were concerned she never had existed. Never laughed or danced or sang. Never felt the light and warmth of a star or felt its soft, gentle glow on her skin. At that moment a piece of paper flew in through the slightly open window, "I love you, my dearest friend. ~Andrea."