Falling Like May
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Ongoing9m
Last published Tue, Feb 17, 2015
I've watched her fall so many times throughout her life; off her new bike when she
was seven, out of the oak tree in the back garden on her tenth birthday, in
love at seventeen and then, sadly, out of love at forty three. Despite May’s unbelievable
tendency to fall, it never occurred to me that I would have to watch her final
fall, her last ever plunge – her fall in to death.
This is another thing I have heard a thousand times, in a thousand different novel prologues
about a thousand different deaths, but never before has this phrase ringed
truer to me: it is an extraordinary thing, how fast time flies. Because one
moment May was fifteen, with eyes that shone as bright as the sun, and a heart
made of the purest gold, and the next she was seventy five, with the same eyes
and heart but perhaps just a little wiser. 
(Please read the prologue for a better description, as this is just a quick extract from that!)
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She....I....... I was running through the thick branches, pushing the leaves out of my way with all my might. I had to get away. The wet, brown, ground made it easier for me to slip and let her red, chilling hands slip around my innocent, scarred body, not knowing where she would take me next. I was almost out of breath, but I had to keep running if I wanted to make it out of this forest alive. My red dress was getting torn to shreds, and my hands and feet had mud all over them. My long, bushy brown hair was getting hooked on every possible branch, making me push my hair in the back of my dress, just like I used to when I was forced to cook everyday for my loathsome 'parents'. Returning back to the real world, I had to stop otherwise I would black out. I took a few seconds to catch my breath silently, and to look around to see if she was there behind me. I was looking up at the tall, old tree when I heard a twig snap behind me. Just like in the horror films. I turned and ran in the same direction, not daring to look back and see her wretched face fixed on my body. I sprinted and sprinted, but slowed down when I saw I was heading to nowhere but a ragged cliff. The unknown would me known if I continued to run and jump. I stopped two metres away from the cliff and looked down to see a valley so far down. If I jump..... I die. If I let her take me..... the unfair horribleness awaits me. I had no choice. I jumped.
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