AN: Takes place pretty much after "Flying Mind." Not the best thing I've done, but good enough.

Concrete Swan Dive – Thank You Scientist

Allesa sat down near the edge of her rooftop and stared out at the sky, admiring the view. She really shouldn't be up here, considering that her apartment had rules against this sort of things, but she couldn't resist. Sometimes (okay, a lot of the time) the sky was a bit sick looking, but today it was downright gorgeous. It was so blue and the clouds formed beautiful shapes.

She had just finished rehearsing at the theater. Allesa had high hopes of being a big, Broadway star, and this was the start of it. She was an extra on the next big Broadway play that would be opening tomorrow. Yeah, extra wasn't exactly leading role, but she was in it and people would get to hear her voice. A voice that would, in her honest (and incredibly bias) opinion, make angels jealous.

She stoped self-indulging in her thoughts and went back to looking at the sky, brushing away her long, black-and-blue hair to get a better look at it. The hair was always a bit of a problem, making her lose her step a few times, but she didn't care. It made her lithe form looked beautiful, once again, in her humble (and very, very bias) opinion. She really loved her hair. Sort of like how Isadora Duncan loved her scarves, which remind her that she also hoped to be as well-known as her.

She thought about life as she stare at the blue sky, thinking about her life and what she could change. Not much, honestly. Yeah, her parents had a divorce, but that's nothing special. Lots of people get divorces these days. She did well enough in school, getting Bs and Cs along with the rare D ever couple hears or so, particularly in Science and Math. What could she say; she wasn't a very brainy person.

She gets emails from her family on whatever social networking site they use. They sometimes prefer different ones, so she had to make different accounts to talk to them back at Iowa. She talked with her parents and her older sibilings, telling them how great New York was and telling them about this play.

She heard a creak behind her and looked at the door, wondering if anybody was there. She saw no one and exhaled a breath of air she didn't know she was holding. It was just the wind, trying to scare the living shit oh here. This wasn't the first time that it's done it either. Someone should really get that door checked out.

She turned back to the sky and surprise, along with a bit shock surrounded from here. Emerging from the clouds was a giant ship. What. The. Fuck. She tried to rationalize this. Why in the hell was there a giant ship that in no way looked human flying towards New York. Scared and somewhat intrigued by it, she stood up to get a better looked at it, her hair getting in the way a little bit. She wiped the hair away, not taking care to notice that she was taking a step off the roof onto thin air.

She immediately fell downward, unable to scream at the shock of it all. She only had a few seconds of though left. 9.81 meters per second squared. That was the force of gravity pulling her down along with your mass, she remembers as it was one of the first thing her physics teacher drill into her head. She thought very quickly about her family, about her fail dreams, and about that damn ship. The ship that cause her death. She'll never figure out if that was real or not.

Before she could think of anything else, she completed her concrete swan dive.