i dont own ffcc/7/ac
just there words.
was having an emo them i wrote this
Last Night In
You are alone.
Forty floors up and looking down.
Drunk on a balcony is not the best place to be when your depressed.
The breeze picks up and ruffles your hair, pushing some of your red hair out of your eyes again you take in the view one last time.
The moon high in the sky dancing with stars and other planets, cheating on the earth. It made you hurt more. Reminded you of him. How he ripped your soul out and gave it back to you with a reel of masking tape
Tall silhouetted buildings line your horizon, all have there back turned on you , like the people that were meant the support you through anything, just as you had to them.
You look down, hoping for some peace A few cars speeding in opposite directions, looking like ants from the altitude your mind and body are at. They remind you of your friends that were always to busy to help.
'You need some more drugs. You ran out remember? Of course you don't all you ever do is get high. Useless prick cost you your life'
You reach for your smokes - a few pockets emptied out, but you find them. Lighting one and inhaling, stepping back slowly.
'What to do now?' you question yourself.
Squeezing your lids shut tightly you make up your mind.
You throw your near empty bottle uncaringly off the balcony waiting to hear the smash before finalising your decision..
1... 2.… 3... 4... 5... smash
You throw your smoke next, instantly regretting your stupidity for wasting your last smoke.
You move to the hand rail slowly, standing on your toes to get a bit of a push off, you look down for the last time, taking time to remember all the other nights spent in this position before you decide you'll do it the next failure of a day.
Not looking back, you lean over so your top half is way over the edge, putting a crushing pain in your stomach. A cooling breeze calms you though - tells you everything is ok - You feel the soothing breeze ruffle you hair and cleans your face. Completely relaxing you. Your front half weighs you down and you topple over .
Whirling and flipping in the air, everything seems like it's a scratched disc, pausing in all the places where you can see everything you ever had disappearing. Seeing it go, but your mind blots out - you assume its cause your brain cant handle the pressure fall loosing altitude so fast - as you start to pass into darkness.
You never felt a thing.