I got the idea for this fic while listening to one of my favorite songs, Samson by Regina Spektor, so I strongly recomend you listen to the song before reading. Also just a heads up I do not own any of the lyrics in this chapter, or the whole fic actually.
"It was like walking on air, but at the same time it was like walking on a tight rope. One wrong step and you're dead." Emma moves her hands around the air above her and falls back onto the firm couch she's sitting on. The fan swirls above on the ceiling. She follows it with her eyes, growing dizzy. The blinds are open, casting a jagged light all over the woman sitting across from her. It smells like old books and crushed dreams.
"Well technically Miss Swan, you could have died so that feeling is normal." The therapist writes something down in her notebook of secrets that she never lets Emma look in. "Although the walking on air part that you found 'enjoyable' is not." She says, with the slightest trace of annoyance in her voice. Emma tilts her head up to the ceiling and shrugs. "This is the third time you've jumped off that bridge Emma, and this is also the third time you've lived." She looks up at Emma, and closes her book. "I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other again." She stands up and walks over to the door, opening it for Emma to leave. Emma stands up lazily and walks to the door.
"Bye Janice." Emma waves back to the woman as she walks out the door.
"Goodbye, Miss Swan." Emma can practically hear the middle aged woman rolling her eyes. She hates it when Emma calls her by her first name, but Emma really doesn't care.
Emma leaves the building and walks down the sidewalk, shoving her hands deep into her pockets. She has to go back to school tomorrow and she isn't really looking forward to it, but then again who is? She sighs and looks around at the trees lining the streets with their little patches of grass below them. Sometimes she wishes she were a bird so she could just fly away. The closest feeling she can get to flying is falling off that bridge a couple blocks away from her dorm. Her parents gave her up for adoption when she was born and she has never had a permanent family. Once she turned 18 she left the orphanage that she had grown up in and got into collage. Nothing fancy, but it's better than nothing. She doesn't get why everyone always freaks out when she jumps, its not like she has ever really gotten hurt before. Sure a couple bruises, but nothing that bad. After all Emma knows how to swim so its not like she'd drown. She likes to blame her parents for the way she acts. She'd been in the system for so long so now she craves for freedom. One way to feel that is to jump.
She gets to her dorm and unlocks the door. She doesn't have a room mate, but she likes it that way. She takes off her jacket and drops it on the floor. Therapy is annoying, and it doesn't help with anything, but she goes anyway cause there's nothing else to do ever. She flops down face first onto her bed and groans. Her side hurts, probably that big bruise she got from hitting the water wrong. The class she's in is supposed to be getting a new student tomorrow and she hopes it isn't another ass hole jock, but its unlikely she'd finally get to meet someone worth wile. Maybe talking to someone who actually cares would help. Not just someone who's getting paid per hour to write down everything you say just so that they can quote you on it later or talk to all the other therapists about how fucked up you are. Emma rolls onto her back because it was getting hard to breathe with her head buried in the sheets. She puts her hands behind her head and closes her eyes.
Sampson went back to bed with not much hair left on his head.
She smiles softly and takes a deep breath. The girl's hair had been long when they had first met and Emma was the one to talk to her first, because the little girl was shy at the time. Emma can't quite remember her name, but she remembers how she was always picked on by all the other kids. Her mom was a bitch, but the girl never talked to Emma about her problems. They had met at an old park when Emma had been adopted and the family had taken her to the park. Eventually they gave Emma up, once they had their own kid, and Emma never saw the little girl again. Sometimes she wonders what ever happened to the girl, but it makes her sad thinking about it so she tries not to. Emma had promised the little girl that she would come back, but she never did, and now she can't even remember the girl's name.
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed.
Yeah I know, that was really short, but right now I'm just trying out the waters. I have two other chapters written, so I'll have those up very soon and yes, they are longer. Once again I will say that I do not own any lyrics in this song, or the rest of the fic. Thank you and goodbye...for now *evil laughter*
~8Ball
