Elsa
Here I stand. Teetering on the edge. The slightest gust of wind, even a gentle nudge could send me to my death. My hoodie is torn in several places and the sleeve is drenched in blood. My braid writhes in the wind, as if trying to escape from its captor.
But I don't care.
Here I stand. Rejected and thrown away, avoided like the plague.
I watch the city. I bask in the glow of light from the life around me. The glow from people that would rather I was gone.
The one I love wants me dead.
Here I stand. I have nothing to live for.
Every single dream I had has been crushed. Every step I took was in vain. Every tear shed was meaningless. Every smile given was forgotten.
I stare down the side of the building, tears streaming down my face, saying my last goodbyes to people that would never hear them.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath.
The wind whistles in my ears.
Four Months Earlier
"Elsa!" I hear my mother call from downstairs. I live in a pretty big house with my mother, father, and my brother, Olaf. To be quite honest, the house is huge for us. There are a couple of rooms that my mother likes to call 'storage space,' yet the only thing actually 'stored' there is air.
Then again, both of my parents are the owners of the Arendelle Ski Resort, so money isn't really a problem for them.
"Yes mom?" I call back.
"Your father and I are going out tonight, can you watch Olaf for us?"
I sigh.
"Yeah, I guess. What time are you coming home?"
"Oh we shouldn't be long. It's just a small party for the mayor. It's his son's birthday today!"
"Oh, okay."
I am the oldest child in this family at seventeen years old. Being in my senior year of high school, I'm naturally under a lot of stress constantly.
There is always something I have to be responsible for.
Something I have to make sure doesn't happen.
My brother is only six, which meant that if he gets even the slightest chance to burn the house down on accident, it's most likely going to happen.
So of course when my parents go out (which they do frequently), it resides on me to make sure that event never comes to pass.
My mother says goodbye and I hear the front door close with a soft click.
Faster than lightning, I hear small footsteps pitter patter through the house, growing louder as they near my room.
"Elsa!" a small voice shouts in delight. "Look what I made!"
A small boy with bright blue eyes, unkempt, short black hair, and a huge smile barges through my bedroom door.
Olaf holds aloft a piece of paper with a brightly colored drawing on it.
It depicts four people, at least from what I can see.
One I can clearly make out as me.
I'm wearing my blue hoodie as always and my blonde hair, tied in a long, elegant braid rests on my left shoulder.
"What is it?" I ask, smiling brightly.
"It's us!" He cheers. "Oh, and mommy and daddy."
"And where are we?" I play along.
"We're at mommy and daddy's snow fortress!"
Snow fortress? Oh, he must be talking about the ski resort.
"That's beautiful, Olaf, you should be an artist!"
He smiles at the compliment and suddenly puts on an even happier expression, if that's even possible.
"It's for you!" he holds out the drawing for me to take.
I smile brightly at him again and reach out to grab the picture.
Hey guys. So this is sort of just a pilot chapter to see if people would want to read more. Thanks!
