Chapter 1
One tear fell after the other. Each falling to the floor splashing silently, the sound covered by the young girl's sobs. This wasn't the first time she sat in her room crying though. It was pretty much what she was known for, what everyone made fun of her for. Which was the reason she was sitting here in the room she shared with her 2 sisters, crying on her bed while they were out somewhere, probably saving the world without her.
Her blue dress was spotted with tear drops as well. But she didn't care, this wasn't the time for caring about a dress. She was trying to stay quiet, she was considerate that way, trying to hide her sobs from her father who was down in the basement. He was probably trying to cook up some new concoction for some crazy scheme, which was actually how her and her 2 sisters were born.
She stood up and went over to her night stand. She opened the top drawer, and inside was a rope she had been saving. The young girl was actually surprised that noone could see this coming, I mean with all the crying that they obviously noticed since they made fun of her for it, you'd think that they would have realized that she was severely depressed.
"This...this is crazy...am I really doing this?" she said through forced sobs. She was holding the rope in her hands, clenching it tightly. Trying to figure out if this was the right choice. But what was right anymore? Were all the jokes right? Was all this pain right?
But none of that mattered anymore. At least it wouldn't soon enough. She floated over to the ceiling fan. But as she approached it she stopped, hesitating. Still unsure of what was about to happen.
She reached up and tied the rope around the first fan she could reach. Considering she was floating it really wasn't that hard. But mentally and emotionally, it was probably one of the most difficult things she had done in her life.
Once it was finished she floated down to the ground. And she sat down on the floor, still trying to figure out what was going on, what she was about to do. But she had already come to terms with this. She was ready for what was about to come.
Once again she floated up, tears still falling from her eyes. Her cheeks now all too familiar to the feeling, she barely noticed anymore. It wasn't important now. She reached out and took the rope into her hand. Her hand was now trembling.
Her anxiety was now kicking in, her heart pounding and it felt like there was a bag of ice in her chest. The feeling flooding her body, that feeling being her adrenaline.
She reached the rope up around her head and slipped it around her neck. She made a makeshift slipknot, being sure it fit around her small and fragile neck. It felt surprisingly light and soft around her collar. As if it was trying to comfort her and console her, telling her it would all be okay.
She floated there for a second and tried to relax, tried to calm her heart and calm her mind, which was racing around now. Trying to figure out what would happen, trying to make sense of the consequences that would occur. But those did not matter to her, they would have no effect on her after all. But that was okay, it would all be okay soon enough, she would soon be calmer than she had ever been.
But she then stopped, she looked up and saw her sister's light streaks flying across the sky, shooting their colors of green and red through the air. They were off onto another adventure, somewhere throughout the world. But they didn't even bother to check on her this morning, didn't even bother to see if she didn't wanted to go with them. They just left, and went to have fun and fight baddies all by themselves.
But oh well, they'd regret it soon enough. They all would.
She made sure the slipknot was secure, that it would work. Then for one last memory and one final scene, she looked around her room. She looked at her toys and all her stuffed animals on her shelves. Each one holding a different memory. Which all came flooding back now, all the battles her and her sister had, all the parties, the memories just attacking her now.
The tears were streaming now, just flooding passed her eyes. Her cheeks were dripping now, almost like rivers were running across her face, the tears no longer falling but flowing down her neck now. Becoming soaked into the rope.
But all those memories were irrelevant now.
She looked over at the sky one last time, took in the view, and fell into darkness.
