Author: SootyPhoenix PM
The last thoughts of someone driven to the edge and over. Suicide! Don't like don't read! No intention to offendRated: Fiction T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Horror - Words: 194 - Reviews: 3 - Published: 01-16-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2882681
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I don't know what I'm doing anymore.
It's all... out of hand now, as if I am no longer in control of what I'm doing. It seems silly to think like that, to feel so... dull... empty, right now at least. Most people would be terrified, or exhilarated, or.... something, anything. What I wouldn't give to feel something, anything. Funny that, it's almost what I am doing, here, by the edge of this building. The lip of the building is tantalizingly close now, only a step away from having nothing below me, no support, nothing to stop or slow my fall until... until the ground all those floors down. I can feel the wind against my skin, well its bound to be windy up her, at one point I would have admired the coldness and how it seems to pierce any fabric you try to stop it with, admire how determined it is. Another step, a short fall and then nothing. Nothing that is what I want, what I want now, now that I can't.... Another step, Closer to the pale white edge. Another step and then.....