A/N: Another little one-shot, though not as angsty as the others I've done. Just another thing written to vent.

Free

Summary: The wind in my hair as the board spun let me know that finally, I was free from the demons of my past...

I zipped up my hoodie as I looked down at the ramp below me, leading to a small box with a grindbench on it. It was probably a good five foot drop, enough for me to get enough speed to clear it cleanly.

I tugged on the strings of my jacket, the hood falling down to reveal my messy dirty blonde hair, and I let my skateboard land on the ground before mounting. 'You can do this. And if you bust, there's no shame because at least you tried.'

I pushed off, heading down the ramp and gaining speed. I hit the ramp on the box, and I leapt up, the board spinning beneath my feet in a double heelflip. My worn sneakers caught my board cleanly, and I landed on the other side to the applause and cheers of the crowd watching.

I'll never forget that moment.

The moment when I realized that I could become something and didn't have to let my life go down the drain. The wind in my hair as the board spun let me know that finally, I was free from the demons of my past. It let me know that I was capable of fighting my addiction.

I was free.

A/N: short, but meh. Feedback is always appreciated.

-DPLxBeAsTxSnIpE