(a/n :
1)i strongly dissapprove of commiting suicide and am of the opinion that a life is preciousand should not be thrown away. suicide is so not the way out. p)
2)this was done killer late at night so forgive the poor sleep deprived author for any mistakes and do read and review.)
Escape
She ran. She didn't know where she was running to. She didn't know how long she had been running. All she knew was that she had to get as far away as possible, as far away from him as she could.
The heels of her shoes broke. She savagely pulled them off and kept running. Her sides hurt, her legs burned and her feet bled, but yet she didn't stop, she couldn't. She had to escape.
He betrayed her. It began to rain. Hot scalding tears fell. It began to rain. The rain made her feel cooler. The hot tears mingled with the cool drops of rain. Her coat was soaked. She threw it off of her without slowing down.
She kept running. She lost her perception of time. She didn't know for how long she had been running. All she knew was that she couldn't stop. She wanted to run away from him, his silky, pale gold hair and flashing grey eyes. She wanted to block out his beautiful face.
She couldn't. It followed her, leering, laughing at her, teasing, taunting, mocking. She tried to focus on the pain but the emotional hurt was too great. Who cared about hurting feet when their minds were reeling from the shock and hurt of seeing their lover with someone else? Who cared about burning legs when anger and bitterness seared their souls? Who cared about bleeding feet when their hearts, hopes and dreams lay shattered and broken?
She collapsed on a bridge, spent, exhausted, dizzy. She could go no further. Tears and rain streamed down her beautiful hurt face. Her legs bled and she felt the painful sting of water meeting open wounds. Most of all, she felt wounded inside, as if there was no life for her after this. She lay sobbing on the ground.
She wanted to end it all. He didn't love her, at least, not anymore. She had no one left. Living was not worth the effort it took. No one would miss her anyway.
She heard the river rushing under the bridge beneath her weary legs. She picked herself up. There was a way out. She walked to the edge, forcing herself to make it the short distance from where she was to the edge.
The swift cold water beckoned, and she readily complied. Things started swirling around. Then, everything went blank. She fell forward. From a distance, her lover, gaped in frozen horror as she fell, her bright red hair like a drop of blood, falling, falling, falling…