It was cold.
She remembers standing beside a very, very high bridge, her red hair whipping against the soft Georgian wind as snow fell. It was beautiful. She wound her trench coat tighter, a wisp of a smile on her split lips, blood trickling down slowly. Dull cobalt blue eyes followed the dark waters bellow, fascinated by it all. She also remembers pulling her skinny body up the ridge, her arms shaking from exhaustion. She still feels the exhilarating burst of freedom, as she threw out her bruised and scarred arms out, the small smile now a full-blown grin.
She remembers Mollie giving her a slight nudge, a worried look on her pasty face.
"Don't worry, Mollie. We'll be together now."
And then, she jumped.
She vaguely remembers the raspy, smooth voice tinged with a heavy Southern accent scream her name.
She didn't care, though. She was free.
She was flying, her blood-red hair being whipped back harshly by the wind as she hurtled down, her cobalt blues closing as tears escaped them. She was almost too happy as she neared the dark blue waters, embracing it as she hit them. It was beautifully painful. It was like sticking a thousand needles into her skin, and she was by no means a masochist. She was simply used to it. She didn't have her life flashing before her eyes, like what Bruce told her.
She smiled, despite it all. I'M FINALLY FREE, she thought.
A/N: just a prologue tell me if you want it to continue, or something. My pride will be wounded, whichever way I look. I'm new here, so.. just, whatever. Read and review, and then everybody (mostly me) is happy. I also wouldn't mind you telling me where I'm wrong, or something. Okay, rest easy, peeps.
-thatguy