Edge of 16

she was at the edge of the 29th floor, the terrace. The wind blew against her skin, and an eerie shiver passed through her body while she stood in the corner, facing her back to everything below. Loneliness, misery, pain, hatred and love burnt inside, but everything outside was freezing cold. She crossed her arms against her chest and attempted to take in a deep breath. She couldn't. It was all so, so suffocating. Everything. Her eyes slowly closed, and she let go.. backwards. It was freeing. Fast, yet so long. The pressure, as she went further down, was almost like hands wrapping around her, something she never had. She sighed. She fell faster and faster. She looked like she was sleeping, falling backwards like that. She got closer to the ground, with the daisies and the grass with dewdrops, which, somehow, could have been heaven. She landed on her back with her arms across her chest and her eyes still closed, so delicately. Her eyes opened. Still all alone, she stretched out her hands, and they landed on the wet grass. She looked up at the sky, and she tried to breathe again, but all that came out was a hopeless whimper. Still staring at the sky that was morphing into a grey hurricane, tears slowly formed in her deep, brown eyes, streaming down the sides of her face and making their way into the already wet grass. And as she blinked them away, more came down. And she stayed there.

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