T for dark themes. Don't like them? You shouldn't read this…
Here it is.
This is a no POV story…make it from whoever you want…but the main character is a girl, so work with that. Sorry for the sad plot…I'm just in the mood to write a sad one.
And just to clarify: this does not, in anyway, depict my personal thoughts. Just so you know. You'll see why I'm telling you this.
As she stood in the huge window at around two in the morning, no tears streaked down her face as she would've suspected. She wasn't sad, she wasn't angry, she wasn't anything. In fact, her whole mind- and heart- was blank. She was a human figure with no soul, no thoughts, and no emotions. She was filled with nothingness. She was nothing, according to everyone else. She was a walking corpse.
She took tiny shuffled steps closer to the edge when she heard someone shout to her.
"Don't do it! Don't you dare jump!" She shook her head furiously; completely convince that she was hallucinating. She took another tiny step and heard the voice again. One foot was now halfway off the window sill.
"If you do this, I'll never forgive myself. Please, please stop!" the voice continued. It was crying now, so hard. She took another step. Both of her feet were now halfway off the ledge. The only thing keeping her on was her hands holding onto the frame of the unusually large window. She took a deep breath to prepare herself.
"I'm begging you!" the voice screamed, running closer and grabbing her around the waist. She was pulled into the room where the nothingness was filled by overwhelming emotion. He- the voice she had heard- pulled her into a hug and cried with her. She sobbed into his night-clothes and gasped for breath while he held her more tightly than necessary.
"I'm sorry…I'm so, so sorry…" she said, trailing off. He had saved her, just in time.
"Don't you dare do that again…please," he cried, digging his face into her shoulder and inhaling the scent of her hair.
The reality of what almost happened sunk in and she cried even harder.
