Disclaimer : I don't own Cabaret, etc etc. this is a short sad little fic so beware....plus, this is kinda based on how I interpreted the ending, so that might change for anyone. Please review!
Sally Bowles sat at a table in the nightclub, lost in thought. She saw the bright colored lights around her, and felt the touch of another on her back. She sat there motionless. She had no feeling anymore. Sure, she was still beautiful, interesting, sensational. She looked around at the Cabaret scene flashing before her eyes. Someone spoke to her, but she brushed them off. Did it matter anymore? Her life was a whirlwind of people and places. But nothing brought her happiness. Except for Cliff. She wouldn't have told him, but he was the one normal thing that was ever in her life. The one constant joy. But he was gone now. Everything Sally loved had gone when the Nazis slowly took over Germany. They sucked the life out of everything. Sally didn't know much about politics, but she knew that everything she stood for, everything that made her life worthwhile was gone. She got up from the table, gin in hand, and walked out the balcony. She felt the cold wind blow over her. She wished she still had her fur coat. The doctor had taken that. Along with her unborn child. She took a long sip and felt the liquid run down her throat. She didn't remember exactly where she was or how she got there. Only that she was here now and unhappy. Her hands gripped the railing tightly. There was an ache inside of her. An ache that couldn't be satisfied with sex, drugs, or the thrill of the stage. She was alone on the balcony. She had only realized that. Well, Sally always felt alone, so an absence of people never shocked her. She put her drink down on the chair next to her. She missed Cliff. There was no denying that. Hell, she needed Cliff. And she knew that. But she let him get away. She could have had a normal life, a family, in America. But she chose to stay in Berlin and cling on to what was left of her scandalous, wild, fun life. Berlin's cabaret scene used to be full of fun, elegance, and raunchy behavior. Now it was just sleaze and drugs. Her eyes glazed over as she stared at the horizon. She could see bright lights in the distance against the frozen blue-black sky. She kicked off her shoes and shivered in her strapless black dress. It was thin. She was so cold. But it didn't matter. She was slowly becoming immune to the cold, and accepting the cold lonely feeling in the pit of her stomach. Maybe there was only one thing that could bring her happiness. Sally climbed up to the top of the chair and stepped over the railing, standing on the small space between the railing and the edge. Her arms hung over the railing as she leaned forward. Sally smiled to herself.
'I'm invincible.' she thought leaning forward more, her arms behind her as she hung closer to her death. She let out a hollow laugh as her fingers slowly let go of the railing, the wind chilling her face as she plummeted. She had nothing to lose.