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Avatar Author: Overlooked_Merchandise so i haven't been around much with the start of school im much more into writing short stories, one lasting at least 4 pages typed...so all my stories end up being multiple ficly entries, but they're not series... i... Read Bio

As my foot rises, it falls back down to the floor beneath it; I know I am at the top of the stairs. I open my eyes and, with some effort, finally get my hand to detach from the railing. My eyes scan the catwalk, finding another grey door at the other end of the building, no doubt in my mind that there is a flight of stairs behind it that will lead me up to the world above. As I begin to walk I can feel the sadness growing within my chest. Any second now tears will begin to seep down my face. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hold back the tears. Because I know that if I let myself cry, it will give me a chance to rethink what I am about to do and that is something I am not willing myself to do.
I snap my eyes open, angry and impatient. I give up and begin running the rest of the way, through the door and up the stairs. I stumble out onto the roof, a rush of cold night air and the sounds of the cars below crash into me. I take a few steps out and survey the roof, letting the cold air numb my face.

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  1. Avatar ElshaHawk (LoA)

    why were your eyes closed at the top of the stairs? “it will give me a chance to rethink what I am about to do and that is something I am not willing to do.” or “that is not why I came here.” I don’t think you give up and run, i think you become resolved, you set your will and determination..
    And we’re back out in the cold air. I thought this was going to be a world above, but it’s just a roof..
    Nice suspense though, I am really wondering if they will jump.

  2. Avatar Mighty-Joe Young (A.K.A Strong Coffee)(LoA)

    ok its getting better but why name em all continued?

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The building returns to its silent state and I am alone. I take a deep breathe and turn to my right where, only four feet away, sits a seemin...

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