Rubix sat on the roof, gazing down on the happy couple. The boy blushing
and smiling up to his ears. The girl giggling like a twit.
"And I used to be like that," she growled turning away from the edge. She half swaggered and half ran to the back edge.
Her bottle of whisky sat there. Already half gone, it was her earnings for the day. She took a long swig and let the liquid burn her throat and make its way to her belly where it warmed her. It was already hot out but it gave her the kind of hear that made her want to go crazy. And perhaps she was.
She looked over the edge to the ground below. Three stories. Not enough to kill her. Just enough to bleed a bit. She turned and eyed the plant that sat innocently on the roof. She sprinted at it and thrashed wildly in movements that resembled fighting. When she jumped back there was blood running down her legs from the thorns on the plant.
She swore slightly but didn't wipe at the blood. She swore a little under her breath. She turned and faced the hanging clothes.
Rubix's eyes fell on a blue shirt that was hanging in the still air. She took a deep breath and ran at it ripping it off the line. She stopped and looked at the thread bare shirt. "Taros," she whispered, hugging the shirt to her face and smelling it. It smelled of the lye soap that was used to clean it.
Her nails pushed through the fabric and she widened the hole and tore the shirt. She repeated this several times letting the shirt lie in pieces around her feet.
It has been three months. Three fucking months since she had walked in on them. She kicked the bush again. The leaves flew and the thorns cut once again. She walked to the back again. Another swig. She looked down.
She would fly. The last memory would be the ground rising to meet her. She shook the thought out of her head.
She slowly crouched on the ground and lay down on the rough pavement. The concrete rough on her cheek. She closed her eyes tightly and a tear fell freely. She let it fall into her ear and she bit her lip.
She heard the door to the roof open. Rubix lifted her head. It was the happy couple again. The came up here to finish their date. They were snogging not even ten feet from them.
"Pleasant," she whispered into the ground and slowly stood. She walked over to the door and slammed it behind her. She started down the stairs but stopped her self and went back up. She looked at them with glassy eyes from the tears now coming down her face.
"Congratulations," she whispered harshly and bit her lip and turned back to the stairs. She stopped her self and went to the edge.
Turns out Rubix was wrong. Three stories can kill you.
"And I used to be like that," she growled turning away from the edge. She half swaggered and half ran to the back edge.
Her bottle of whisky sat there. Already half gone, it was her earnings for the day. She took a long swig and let the liquid burn her throat and make its way to her belly where it warmed her. It was already hot out but it gave her the kind of hear that made her want to go crazy. And perhaps she was.
She looked over the edge to the ground below. Three stories. Not enough to kill her. Just enough to bleed a bit. She turned and eyed the plant that sat innocently on the roof. She sprinted at it and thrashed wildly in movements that resembled fighting. When she jumped back there was blood running down her legs from the thorns on the plant.
She swore slightly but didn't wipe at the blood. She swore a little under her breath. She turned and faced the hanging clothes.
Rubix's eyes fell on a blue shirt that was hanging in the still air. She took a deep breath and ran at it ripping it off the line. She stopped and looked at the thread bare shirt. "Taros," she whispered, hugging the shirt to her face and smelling it. It smelled of the lye soap that was used to clean it.
Her nails pushed through the fabric and she widened the hole and tore the shirt. She repeated this several times letting the shirt lie in pieces around her feet.
It has been three months. Three fucking months since she had walked in on them. She kicked the bush again. The leaves flew and the thorns cut once again. She walked to the back again. Another swig. She looked down.
She would fly. The last memory would be the ground rising to meet her. She shook the thought out of her head.
She slowly crouched on the ground and lay down on the rough pavement. The concrete rough on her cheek. She closed her eyes tightly and a tear fell freely. She let it fall into her ear and she bit her lip.
She heard the door to the roof open. Rubix lifted her head. It was the happy couple again. The came up here to finish their date. They were snogging not even ten feet from them.
"Pleasant," she whispered into the ground and slowly stood. She walked over to the door and slammed it behind her. She started down the stairs but stopped her self and went back up. She looked at them with glassy eyes from the tears now coming down her face.
"Congratulations," she whispered harshly and bit her lip and turned back to the stairs. She stopped her self and went to the edge.
Turns out Rubix was wrong. Three stories can kill you.