The wind has never been so loud. In my ears it hisses and screams around me, cold tingles erupting on my skin. It blows under and into my clothing, like hands grasping at me, so real against my flesh.
That proves this is no nightmare, and I can't just wake up.
It doesn't work that way.
My sister knew that. She escaped.
I want to get away too.
There's no point in even pretending the nightmares will stop. They are real, though I can barely feel the fear, or the pain anymore. It's like a movie I've watched too many times... all the scary parts hardly faze me anymore... Like it's not real.
But the ground is real, so far below me.
The wind is real, tossing my hair about, whipping against my cheeks and neck.
And still, I can barely feel anything.
I want to feel something.
I tried. I tried, but it's not working.
And I just don't want to be here anymore.
As I climb up onto the ledge, I can hear someone yell at me from their car, the brakes screeching as they stop, so quickly. What's the rush?
To save me?
To save me from what?
I don't want to go back to those places.
I refuse to go back to him.
Just the thought of him makes it easier to hand myself over to gravity and have nothing holding me up, my pulse racing in doubletime. The wind rushes past me, all I can hear. The ledge I used to stand on is high, so high above me, and farther away...
Let me wake up!