Waiting to be Saved

It was one of those days, the days were she walked the edge. The edge between life and death, the edge that determined if there was a tomorrow, but more importantly the edge that whispered sweetly into her ear and pulled you down into the pit. Infinity was not strong today. Today was a day where the edge had its knife around her pulse and was ready to end her. Infinity sat down in her living room, head in hands, crying. She sat there, on the floor, in a ball hoping that someone would come and save her, but praying today would be her last..