Thrilling
A short piece inspired by the episode "Thrill." A future follow-up of sorts if you will.
Adele Green walked down the avenue as she had always done. Her mother got the wake-up call the day Adele was dragged down to the 2-7 because of her buddies, Dale and Joey. At the end of that trial – and what a trial that had been for the boys, Adele thought, her parents shipped her off to a residential treatment facility for girls.
That had been a year of hell. The therapy, the sessions, the getting to the root of the problem no matter how much it had hurt… But, in the end, Adele admitted a painful truth – her parents didn't give her up for lost after all.
So now, Adele walked down the avenue towards the community college, where she was taking sociology classes. Why she decided to become a social worker, she didn't know. Wrong, she told herself, because that was a lie. She knew full well what she hoped to accomplish, had hoped to pay back.
A popping sound went off behind her, probably a truck backfiring, she thought.
Then again, if that was the case, why was she falling?
Adele Ellen Green looked up in the sky but didn't see the trees, the tops of the nearby buildings or the sun as it vanished behind the clouds. She didn't hear the shouts or cries from the crowd that now surrounded her, tried to save her. She didn't feel the rain dropping upon her face or the coldness that crept over her as her blood flowed, creating an enlarging pool of red on the chalk-covered sidewalk.
As her thoughts turned to her family, to her former failings, to her soon to be forsaken future, the final thought among the string was: "Huh. So, this is what it feels like."