Dear Aaron,
Remember the first conversation we had?
It was on our cliff and I was about to jump. Blood had been seeping out of my cut and I couldn't stop it. My step dad had thrown a lamp at my head and when I had frantically held up my hands the glass had deeply cut into my wrist. My step dad had passed out quickly after that so I had crept out my house, wanting to get a breath of fresh air. Everything was a blur. All I remember is me repeatedly saying that I was going to jump, that I was going to jump, so I could be in heaven with my mom. I had been about to fall to my doom. When you appeared and quickly grabbed me before I fell and I will always remember, breathing frantically and looking at me like I was insane, which I was probably was and I remember you asking me what was wrong, but I was stuck in an weeping state and you said the biggest lie I had in my entire life:
That I was too beautiful to cry.
Love,
Tessa
YOU ARE READING
Flyers
Short Story"All I want to do is fly." "But you don't have a fear of heights?" "Minor complication."
