He wrung his hands together as he walked the familiar dark halls. Voice echoing from behind every
door; the slightest sound of movement causing him to jump slightly and quicken his steps. Gripping the
handle to the door, he flung it open before walking up the flight of steps. Ignoring as his familiars called
out his name. Voices grew louder, increasing his speed as he bound to through another door.
Collapsing onto the familiar concrete roof top, he let his lips connect with it several times.
His element.
His eyes rose and connected with the metal fence that stood once where his railing did. A roar of anger
tore from his throat as he gripped the wire, shaking and yanking on it; the metal digging into his hands
as he did so.
Take me back to my element.
I'm afraid.
Hot tears poured from his amber eyes as he kneeled onto the concrete, his fist hitting the fence every
few seconds; the sound of rattling filling the air as he did so. They had no right to forsake his precipice,
it was his.
Something similar to a growl left his mouth as he flung the door to the rooftop open and
descended the stairs. Shoving past the shadowed figures that flooded from behind the doors as he
made his way down the hall once more. It was an everyday occurrence; running to the roof in hopes of
finding the fence gone before he broke down once again. There was no way he was going to make this
time around, he'd be sure of it.
There was no way he'd go through another day of heartache and waiting for something to fucking
change. He'd waited..
And waited.
And waited.
And fucking waited.
Had anything changed for him?
no.
so, why in the name of the sky and moon should he wait for some sort of divine intervention?
Everything would just fall back into place, and the same damn routine would start over again.
He'd be forced back into the never ending cycle of waiting for something to go his way, for something
good to happen.
And he just wanted someone to bail him out.
His hands hurt from the scraps he received every week, and he was pretty damn sure they weren't
going to heal.
Taking a deep breath, he found he'd turned out in the same place again. The place he could never seem
to get away from. Opening the door, he stepped in to the small house as the smells of tears and blood
invaded his senses. She'd loved the bastard more then her own son. To the point she'd put them both
through hell. And he was tired of not being able to do anything right.
Razors caused too much pain; the rivers were cold and wet; drugs caused him to through up; guns
weren't around him; and gas smelled like shit. He thought for a little bit he'd just try and live; but that
idea was shot down a while back. If only he'd fucking waited like they planned, it would've ended with
them both. He promised that they'd go together.
He should've known better then to trust something that lived and breathed.
All that came from it was failure.
He could never escape failure now could he?
walking out the back door and into the lobby of the small apartments next door, he realized he'd end it
were it began. Pressing the 12th floor in the elevator, he shook slightly with anticipation. Exiting the
small room, he made his way up the stairs and kicked open the door to the roof. Making his way to the
edge of it, standing on the ledge.
"Come bail me out of this god forsaken precipice…anyone…please?"
Just as he'd hoped, no one cared, or heard. Standing with his back to the wind, he dropped himself.
Barely recognizing the pain as he connected with the concrete bellow. The screams sounded distant,
so did the sounds of traffic as he closed his eyes, and let the darkness consume him.
He was back in his element.