She laid in her bed, millions of thoughts racing through her head. She wondered, what if? What if I could just leave this home? Get away from the Darkness, the emptiness, the pain. What would happen? Would anyone notice I was gone? Would anyone care?
She sat up in her bed and walked to her window. Her room was up on the 15th floor of the apartment complex.
Maybe if I jumped, maybe I could fly. Maybe I could fly to Neverland. Never grow up. Be eternally happy. And maybe, just maybe no one would care.
If I jumped, would I fly?
If I jumped and didn't fly, would someone catch me?
Then in just a second, the second that felt like forever she made a decision.
There is only one way to find out.
She jumped.
She did not fly instantly, and no one caught her. Instead when she jumped she hit the street and the pain was gone.
She started to fly.
She had the purest white wings.
And she flew to a place where she was loved.
No more pain.
No more sadness.
No more darkness.
No more years.
No more emptiness.
It was over.
She was happy.
