A/N: Written for Yuki Yuna is a Bingo (Flash), #016 – edge.
Away From the Safety Line
She stayed away from dangerous stuff, but she wasn't a coward. Just cautious. Because if she fell off a curb it wouldn't be easy to get upright again and a car or truck would come along and finish the job before she managed it.
It was a macabre thought, but more surprising was the fact that she wasn't afraid of it: not of cars or trucks or other vehicles – and it was one of those that had caused her predicament in the first place – and not of death either. And that's why she felt she had to be extra careful. Because the alternative was to be careless and find her life suddenly at an end. And others crying over her corpse…
Because she had friends, and family, and they would cry. And that's what she feared, if it could be called a fear. That's what kept her away from the edge, what coaxed her towards caution, towards life.
She didn't realise how pitiful that was until she discovered the truth behind it all.
And then it was so easy to take a blade to her stomach or wrists or neck. Even if her familiars stopped her each and every time.