CHAPTER 1
Disclaimer:- I do not own Lord of the Rings. I do own Angelina though. I'd rather not talk about that.
Angelina looked down at the rushing water. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. She was afraid. A thought crossed her mind.
Well, would you rather spend one more day in this pit?
That steadied her slightly. She climbed down the steps until her bare feet touched the water. No more steps now. She could only jump. She stood there for a long time, thinking over the events that had led her there. Her mother saying she was a waste of space when she was 5. Her dad saying they had never even wanted a kid, that she was just a mistake. They lived in a Victorian mansion, and she got the servant's quarters. The only clothes she ever got were from charity shops. One fountain pen with 30 cartridges lasted the year. 2 pencils every 2 years. Her dad in a drunken state one night, coming to her room and raping her. Her mum calling her slut and slapping her till she was black and blue, then sending her back to boarding school the next day with a note saying she had fallen down the stairs. Cutting herself as relief. Drawing, writing, reading, singing, everything she could think of to take the pain away. Nothing worked. The Church throwing her out for being raped. The only thing she believed in, God, and she wasn't even allowed to worship him. This was the only thing left. Quickly, she prayed,
Dear God, I love you, you know that, but I can't live like this anymore. I've hardly ever doubted you, so don't rub salt in the wound. Please let me come up to heaven to live with you. This is the last thing I'm going to ask of you. Amen.
She closed her eyes, and checked with her left foot for another step. No, she was right, this was the end. She heard someone scream at her to stop, but she ignored them. She jumped. The swirling waters engulfed her and the last thing she thought before losing conciousness was,
Sorry.
Short chapter, I know. Please please please review!