**not about to top myself, don't worry**

my attempt at flash fiction. i don't know if this style works for me... meh. enjoy.


broken. She stood at the edge. Bare toes with ebony painted nails moved through air. Teasing and taunting her to add more of the foot they were attached to. She was amazed at the power she possessed up here. The way her fear melted like ice on hot asphalt in the mid summer's heat.

'I have control. I can make or break your world. As you did mine. If I fall. It would be by your own hand. You would blame yourself for eternity. (As you should)'

You drove her to climb those stars. 32 stories. 10 stairs per story. Her bare feet stood on 320 stairs. On the way to her destiny. The place where she could see the city. And everything below she intended to great.

Why this building? Does it contain any significance in the choice that she made? Nothing that would make sense to you. Nothing made sense to her anymore either. Not after she walked into voices. Yours. And another's. Weaving together like oil and water. So loud in your thrusts you didn't hear the catch slip out of its sheath, and the door creek open. Revealing you, in all your adulterate glory. You didn't see her heart shatter into pieces. But the devil did. She smiled her evil vindictive grin, and pressed her claws deeper into your back. While starring at the shadow in the doorway with burning blue eyes.

The magic someone weaved into little white ovals had quietened her. As it was intended to do. It made her weak. Vulnerable. She embraced the numbness now. Ingested, soaked and savored the right to anonymity. He relinquished her right to rational thought. Thinking only of the pain she would be releasing when she left this world.

I am no longer a victim. I need not suffer in the world of the living to keep you safe. Keep you happy. Without your soul to worry about. I can embrace the bottle. Embrace the blade'
And soon she would embrace the nothingness which will be her grave.