The Girl Who Fell

"What's going on in my mind?" I whisper, feeling very small and fragile. "I'm not sure, you're very quiet. Sometimes I have to look over and make sure you're still breathing." he chuckles softly, his eyes flickering back to the television, but I don't find this funny at all. "Do you...do you think I'm...crazy?" I mumble, scared to ask the question. He then clicks the television off, turning towards me and grabbing my hands. He flinches at the coldness they hold. "I don't think you're crazy, if anything, I think everyone around you is crazy, and you're the only sane one." Withdrawing my hands from his, I shakily grasp onto the locket that sits against my chest. Bringing it up to my lips, I rub the cold hard metal against them before letting it rest on my chest again. Finally looking up into his eyes, I allow a single tear to trail down my face as I say, "I just don't know if I can do it anymore." His eyes now hold worry and sadness. "Yes, you can. I know you can." Shaking my head, I stand up weakly and turn to go. "No, you don't understand. I don't think I want to do it anymore."