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We All Fall DownCategory: (general)
Sunday, 2 August 2009
11:07:36 AM (GMT)
The edge of the white plastic window bites into my thighs as I swing my legs over
the sill and into the cool night air. Glancing down, I see three stories splayed
beneath my bare feet. A tiny raindrop falls from the ether to land upon my exposed
flesh, and I flinch. It’s cold tonight, despite the fact that it’s only early
September. I feel a light breeze lift the hair that flows over my shoulders,
caressing my face with gentle hands, enveloping me. Bracing my too-pale arms against
the unfeeling frame of the window, I scoot forward so that my finely clad posterior
rests on the smooth white ledge. I’m all dressed up for tonight, the lavender dress
clings to my thin frame just the way it always has, just as it whispered it would as
I dragged its flowing entity from the hanger where it had once known peace. Slowly
pushing myself closer to the oppressive darkness beyond the safe haven of my room, I
turn my head to ensure that the only private space I had ever known remains still and
quiet, undisturbed by my own inner turmoil. Having established it is so, I return my
attention to the task at hand. An inch at a time, I tell myself, you can do this.
Deep breaths flood my lungs with icy night, and I give one last shove to propel my
already limp figure over the edge into oblivion.
	In my mind’s eye, I can see myself etched against the midnight sky, a ghostly bird
out for one last flight. The silvery folds of my dress float around me, my golden
hair surrounds my face like a halo. It’s a shame, I think to myself with a faint
smile, I’ve finally gotten the beauty I wanted, and no one’s here to see my one
and only moment of gratification. These words float in my head, but they only barely
manage to arrange themselves in a coherent fashion before all the meaningless letters
are wiped away and my mind becomes as empty and impenetrably black as the moonless
night beyond.

Hyperpixie says:   2 August 2009   414671  
Does she die?
keep_your_soul_like_a_secret says:   2 August 2009   971977  
I never even thought about that.....I always kind of assumed she
does.....but maybe not?
Hyperpixie says:   2 August 2009   833419  
The word posterior is a bit...
keep_your_soul_like_a_secret says :   2 August 2009   615321  
Well I didn't want to say butt or ass I thought it went against the
mood of the story xD


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