I lie waiting,
For someone to find me,
I stand in the mist,
Waiting, lonely, cold,
Inky black fills the void I am in,
Darkness,
My only comfort,
From the hectic world,
My restraint from submitting to darkness,
Weakening,
Little by little...
One more step. One more step and it was over. Her lifelong torture would end.
She looked down at the miniscule looking people walking to and fro the busy street. If she fell and didn't die, she would be squashed by the cars anyway.
It all started when her boyfriend betrayed her.
He had been dating her best friend during their relationship.
She had confronted him.
It was then when he pulled out his wand and killed her parents.
Then he cursed her. A curse even she could not identify.
Her arm was damaged so badly that it could not be used permanently.
Her parents died instantly.
They were no Harry Potter. They could never survive an Avada Kedavra curse.
A neighbour came to disarm her crazed boyfriend. Then, her boyfriend was taken to Azkaban.
People all over rejected her because of her dysfunctional right hand. She was right-handed. She rejected her best friend because her best friend had betrayed her.
She closed her eyes and sighed.
It was time to end it.
She took her final step and felt the wind rushing against her face.
She dinstinctly heard a scream from someone as she impacted the floor.
As a sickening crack was heard.
She could feel the blood draining from her veins
She smiled, beyond all the pain.
She had finally found her peace.
It was over.