C L A R I T Y [Godric]
Posted: 14 Jul 2015, 19:58
She was so far from home.
It seemed like only yesterday that she was on her way to living the life of her dreams. She had the amazing boyfriend and she had been accepted for the internship at a top technology agency. She was so close to being normal, so close to being happy – and then everything came crashing down. The image of Adam with his hand loosely curled around an empty needle still radiated in her mind, haunting her every single time she closed her eyes. It left a wound in her chest, one that she never thought would heal. Four years. Four years of movies, dates, laughter, tears – four years of love gone in a blink of an eye. How was anyone to just get over that?
As if the weather agreed with her current state of mind, the clouds began to move, sucking the remaining light from the skies and shrouding her in darkness. The wind came soon after, causing her hair to whip across her face as she studied the turbulent waters below. “I wish I could stop.” Curling the whiskey bottle tighter to her chest, the slender girl used her free hand to grip the edge of the bridge’s rail and hoisted herself up. It was a struggle, especially as she found that the world seemed to spin a lot faster when she didn’t have both feet on the ground. Just as she managed to balance on the crumbling brick, a loud crash of thunder echoed overhead, causing the already decaying bridge to rumble beneath her feet. “You’re a son of a *****. You just had to hold on, but you couldn’t do that, could you? No! You had to be weak!” Her voice was drowned out by the howling of the wind, but she didn’t care. She was too far gone, the whiskey clouding any judgment she might have casted.
Toeing the edge of the bridge, she held her arms out and swayed, her fingers loosely wrapped around the neck of her bottle. Her life had gone to **** after his death. She’d been kicked out of her home, she’d lost her internship, and she found out that her best friend had been with Adam when he passed. Whatever grasp on sanity she had before those few weeks had been completely shattered, and that was how she found herself where she was now. Balancing on the edge of the bridge and testing death’s patience. Pulling the bottle back to her, she tipped her head back and downed the rest of it before dropping it. She watched as the amber glass shattered against the concrete at her feet, and she merely shook her head. If she were sober, there was a chance she never would have been here. She would have just curled up into her bed and pulled the covers over her head to drown out the storm raging inside – and outside.
However, she wasn’t sober.
Perhaps she was as weak as he had been. His addiction had been the high, hers was finding any way to escape his memory.
This is it.
Closing her eyes, she took a breath and stepped off the edge.
It seemed like only yesterday that she was on her way to living the life of her dreams. She had the amazing boyfriend and she had been accepted for the internship at a top technology agency. She was so close to being normal, so close to being happy – and then everything came crashing down. The image of Adam with his hand loosely curled around an empty needle still radiated in her mind, haunting her every single time she closed her eyes. It left a wound in her chest, one that she never thought would heal. Four years. Four years of movies, dates, laughter, tears – four years of love gone in a blink of an eye. How was anyone to just get over that?
As if the weather agreed with her current state of mind, the clouds began to move, sucking the remaining light from the skies and shrouding her in darkness. The wind came soon after, causing her hair to whip across her face as she studied the turbulent waters below. “I wish I could stop.” Curling the whiskey bottle tighter to her chest, the slender girl used her free hand to grip the edge of the bridge’s rail and hoisted herself up. It was a struggle, especially as she found that the world seemed to spin a lot faster when she didn’t have both feet on the ground. Just as she managed to balance on the crumbling brick, a loud crash of thunder echoed overhead, causing the already decaying bridge to rumble beneath her feet. “You’re a son of a *****. You just had to hold on, but you couldn’t do that, could you? No! You had to be weak!” Her voice was drowned out by the howling of the wind, but she didn’t care. She was too far gone, the whiskey clouding any judgment she might have casted.
Toeing the edge of the bridge, she held her arms out and swayed, her fingers loosely wrapped around the neck of her bottle. Her life had gone to **** after his death. She’d been kicked out of her home, she’d lost her internship, and she found out that her best friend had been with Adam when he passed. Whatever grasp on sanity she had before those few weeks had been completely shattered, and that was how she found herself where she was now. Balancing on the edge of the bridge and testing death’s patience. Pulling the bottle back to her, she tipped her head back and downed the rest of it before dropping it. She watched as the amber glass shattered against the concrete at her feet, and she merely shook her head. If she were sober, there was a chance she never would have been here. She would have just curled up into her bed and pulled the covers over her head to drown out the storm raging inside – and outside.
However, she wasn’t sober.
Perhaps she was as weak as he had been. His addiction had been the high, hers was finding any way to escape his memory.
This is it.
Closing her eyes, she took a breath and stepped off the edge.