Authoress Ramble; (Nudges my way into the world of Buffy and co, hands wringing nervously.) So, hi! (Waves at readers uncertainly!) I'm StarlessDawn and this little piece of writing is my attempt at a BTVS fiction.
I have watched a few episodes of Buffy on the internet, but otherwise I am clueless to much of her world, so I have created up my own little BuffyVerse (alternative universe) it's a lot different from the original hopefully you all like it.
Go read!
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Her heart beats progressively in her ears, pounding fast as she looks out over the water. It ripples and slowly does it eddy.
Her hands hold tightly to the metal railing that is hard-pressed to her back, the chill of the metal seems distant as she closes her eyes, a tear leaks from ebony lashes. Trailing her bottom lip on it's descending.
The sun is blinding to her onyx eyes, the sky a pale blue in the morning light of dawn.
"This is it," she tells herself and she inhales deeply, her feet lose footing on the thin ledge she is standing on, she gasps and presses the small of her back harder into the rail.
"Okay," she breaths slowly, regaining her courage.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Blood rushes to pound deafeningly in her ears, her hands shake with disquiet and yet she knows she must go through with it, what is left for her in this world?
With a forcefulness she didn't believe she possessed the youth pushes her palms against the rail, lunging forward into the frigid wind. A scream of terror lifts from her parted lips as she plummets southwards, towards the water.
Dark strands of hair thrash about her face, assaulting her in a shield of brunette as she falls to what she hopes is her death.
Her feet strike the water first, breaking the surface with ease. Her sneakers are drenched and then the rest of her body follows, crashing down below the surface with a splash.
Her lungs burn with oxygen, yet it's the thing she craves. Evidently the collision with the water didn't kill her. But it certainly hurt like a bitch, her knees feel shattered and she supposes she has broken at slightest one of her ankles.
Her hands claw at the swirling water and her legs kick futilely against the pain desperately attempting to find air. But that's not what she wants is it?
Her eyes are wide, straining to see through the murky depths of water. She stops kicking; her arms float idly out from her body. She is doing what's best; she keeps telling her self repeating it like a mantra as her lungs ache from lack of air.
Fighting against the urge to swim to the surface the young teenager drifts, her leather jacket is heavy about her shoulders weighing her down considerably.
Slowly her pain begins to ebb and it seems to withdraw from her lungs as bubbles of oxygen lift to the surface, breaking it as she had wanted to.
Her obstinate eyes blink.
Once.
Twice.
Then they close, drifting shut as the girl passes out into the realms of unconsciousness.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
A/R; (Grins apprehensively) did I do any good? Feel free to comment, criticize, critique and so on.
Thank for reading by the way.
