I hated it. I hated it all so much that I wish it would just go away. Life.
My parents hated me; in fact I'm pretty sure my whole family hated me. Maybe I was just born to be hated. Nobody understood me, no matter how hard I tried.
And here I stood on top of an abandoned warehouse, miles away from anywhere. People were too scared to come around here; there was too much crime and most likely this is where the mobs abandoned their nameless bodies. If I jumped here, no one would find me, if they even bothered to look for me.
I neared closer to the edge. There was nothing left for me here, nothing that could even make life bearable anymore. David was gone, Lucy was gone, and now there was only me left. They had left me.
I closed my eyes and let myself get drowned in the rain. Rain had always been my escape; it was one of those things that I believed could wash everything away. The pain, the hate and the guilt.
Finally I could have the peace I longed for. I leaned forward, it wouldn't be long now.
I stepped forward. There was no regret, no hesitation. I was finally about to do what was best for me.
I felt myself starting to fall, it was relaxing, and the pain had started to fade away from inside me. It was like nothing even mattered anymore, I was free.
There was nothing but a calm feeling, no life flashing through my eyes as people often claimed. Not that there was much of a life that would appear anyway.
I was ripped from my tranquil state when I felt a sharp grip around my wrist. I immediately opened my eyes. There before me was none other than the Batman.
He should have been here; he should have been saving people that needed it.
I glanced down, the ground seem so far away. What was I doing? I didn't want to die; I was born to do more than this. I was an idiot, what was I thinking? I was one of those people that needed saving. My eyes shot up at my saviour as he pulled me up.
He stood me before him; hands gripped to my shoulders and stared down at me. I tried to avoid his eyes, trying my best to look anywhere but those eyes.
He forcefully grabbed my face and forced me to look at him.
Looking into his eyes was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. His eyes were dark, so dark I nearly struggled to see them in the dim light. But what I saw was sympathy and somewhat disappointment in his familiar eyes. And undoubtedly I know what he thought stood in front of him. A selfish, sad girl.
A coward.
This was supposed to be my end. But this was only the beginning. It was going to get a whole lot harder than I ever thought was possible.