A/N: Warning! Written in a state of depression... College applications will do this to you.
Limited Mistakes
By mericleworker
Heat rose from the pavement as she stood, legs stiff, mind drifting into the darkness that blanketed her. But, by the drop-off, she was unshaken. Looking over the bridge's short guard-rails, the houses looked so far away. The cars like little flies. Problems so minimized by proximity. But they would never go away, no matter the distance. No matter the effort.
And, in that moment, the world so overwhelmed her, falling atop her shoulders in sad dependence, coating her in a blackness she couldn't shake. The splotches of black seemed to pull at her skin, to evade her mind, shouting destroy, destroy, destroy. Invading every thought with why, why, why?
Her breath quickened; the trees seemed to breathe with her, branches out against the sky as if in an expression of empathy, whispering it's okay, it's okay, it's okay. But to no avail. The black would always find her; the black would always take her. There was nowhere she could go to escape its ever-reaching grasp. But, here. This bridge gave her a choice. This bridge was not merely a bridge to a piece of land, but a peace of mind. She was so thankful for its structure, so sorry that she was going to do it there. She hoped she wouldn't taint it.
She'd tainted too many things.
She'd tainted too many things.
But it did seem odd that it would end like this, standing just a few hundred yards above the place that had cut her so deeply. This beauty that made her heart and eyes explode into tears, this empty that made her suffocate and decay. All of every person's disappointment, her heavy imposition on the world. All here before her, to watch.
As she moved her foot forward, the black seemed to entice her, the prospect of its absence, no matter the means. In her ear, whispering miniscule, ineffectual, purposeless. She couldn't silence it, gruesomely ravaging her mind. A speck on a speck on a speck on a speck. All she wanted was to feel okay again. All she wanted was to disappear.
Consumed in the sorrow, she let herself collapse into the valley, like a rag doll. Falling.
Fin.
A/N: I warned you.
