she looks out on the world. the one who betrayed her, and took everything she cared about. she looked down at the rocky drop below. everything seemed to stand still. the wind stopped, the birds quieted, and then it happened...silence, for the first time in along time. it was like a great wall surounded her as if time itself no longer existed but her and this rocky fall. no chills or scares, no anxiousness, no butterflies. a gentle wind blew up her hair like a soft feather across her face she closed her eyes and took another step forward...a rock shifted under her foot, and a sudden rush of fear flowed through her body. all the other emotions she'd tried to suppress came flooding back, and as she stood there, a million things crossed her mind. what would happen after this? who would care if she fell? a million answers came to her, but the one that was most persistant was "nothing", and "no one will care. why should they?". the little voice in the back of her mind tried to tell her otherwise, but she didn't want to believe it. she couldn't. a voice called to her from the distance, startled she stumbled forward and...she woke up drenched in sweat. her blankets were everywhere, and her mom was outside her door calling her name. telling her it was time to get out of bed. she yelled back that she was up, and wiped the sweat from her brow. she really believed now that dreams usually depict your deepest fears, or your hearts desires. Of course she got prepared as ussual, the make up and hair, with the choice of matching clothes not even knowing why any more, she seemed to think her end was near, without the shadow of a doubt death was no longer a fantasy but a need. when you've tried to wash it away time after time, the smell and the subtle touch you slightly feel every morning when you try to forget how you tried to make it stop but rather how it was your fault, she tried to face him every morning but today was gonna be different, she never showed at the bus stop that morning. they all saw it comming but never took the time to do anything about it. not many people even cared she had few friends that did, and her parents were to busy fighting. he was the first to notice she wasn't there. he asked a few people if they'd seen her, but no one had, they didnt seem to care. he was worried that he was the last one to worry, the last one who cared about her, and wanted to save her but felt he couldn't. he could have, but it might have been to late for that now. he took his seat on the bus, and as the bus started to pull away, he saw her. walking up the street next to the bus. she looked beautiful as the sun reflected off her hair the slight bounce in her step the way her hair swept from side to side with each step. she was wearing the dress she wore on their first date. he made the mistake of not taking her out again. he seemed to avoid her because the other side of her is what he didn't like. she really did feel death was her key, and now he wanted to save her. he had to save her. he knew what she was gonna do, and he tried to stop it, but that morning he rode to far to the back to warn the driver. he never should have let go