Life
Psychotic
Chapter 1: Life
Life is just one huge cliché. It begins and it ends. Society has long learnt to sift through the billions of stories of humanity, opting to only highlight those of us who have either earned the title of success or committed inconceivable crimes of hurt and destruction to our world. These people leave a mark on history and, much like the Gods, will be remembered in society long after they are gone. If you aren’t one of these people, it is as if your existence never really mattered.
Humans let fear conquer their lives. Fear is common among us all; death, the dark, heights. They all hold us back from our true potential; however some of us are smart or foolish enough to brave these fears.
Little did most people know; up here, high above the clouds, everything was so beautiful.
Perched on the edge of a windowsill, a girl sat surveying the tall buildings of the only city she had ever known. Glass windows twinkled in the sunlight, highlighting the orange glow that cascaded across the face of the city.
Although sitting at this height could spell more danger than what the beautiful sight was worth, the girl chose to remain, taking a gamble on fate. She knew that one slip or change in weight would send her body plummeting to the earth below, where costumers sat enjoying their meals gathered around tables, making a loud ruckus of a mix of chatter and laughter.
Having a bird’s-eye view of the civilisation underneath her, the girl studied how the people below her interacted with one another. Everyone seemed to have the same look of joy on their faces.
Everyone believed their story was different because society has failed to realise that the plotlines are all the same. There were no twists or turns, their stories all followed the same cliché scaffold of concluding in either a happy or dreadfully sad ending.
This was the main reason why society has lost its originality. Never, were normal people’s stories told. What appeared to be a tedious lifestyle to most, had hidden potentials and secrets layered under its neutral appearance.
Looking down at the people beneath her, the woman, for the hundredth time, wondered what it would be like to fall forward off this ledge and onto the dozen of unsuspecting individuals below her, undoubtedly fracturing and breaking all the delicate bones in her body during the process. Of course she never had the guts to follow through with these thoughts but that didn’t stop her from wondering if it would spice up the stories of the people she was observing.
“Clarke it’s almost time for your shift!” The sound of shoes scuffing against wooden steps and loud footsteps were heard as the voice began approaching the room the girl sat in.
Blonde hair blew across the girls face as the wind from outside began to pick up, slightly rocking her off-balance. The dull ache in her stomach muscles grew as they worked overtime in order to keep her body upright and balanced. She couldn’t remember what it felt like to be in pain, physical pain that was. Nothing ever seemed to compare to the war raging on inside her mind.
“C’mon slacker, we have to prepare for the dinner rush” The muffled voice sounded again, only to reach deaf ears as the blonde didn’t even stir from her position. “Clarke, open up” The knocking began as the voice tried to pry its way into the room.
“Clarke, open the door” The voice commanded as the knocks against the door became more defined and agitated, the lock on the door buckling against its confines from the constant attacks.
Again, the sounds failed to enter into the girl’s thoughts enough for her to register what was going on outside. However it was enough to earn a spark from a voice deep inside of her, ‘Intruder’.
“Clarke! CLARKE!” The rattling sound of keys resonated into the room from the crack underneath the door, “I’m coming in”.
The door burst open in a swift motion, the door handle smashing into the plastered wall behind it as the intruder entered the room.
“CLARKE! What are yo-” The voice stuttered as the woman that it belonged to was hit with a wave of shock and fright, “Get down from there!”
Without a moment of hesitation the woman swooped into the room, wrapping her arms securely around the blonde’s waist and wrenching her backwards off of the windowsill into the safety of the middle of the room.
Frantic eyes immediately scanned the blonde’s body for any signs of injuries. No bruises, no cuts, no blood. Thank God. Seeing that no physical harm had come to her daughter, the woman’s raging heartbeat calmed slightly, however relief around Clarke was always short lived. A chill ran down the woman’s back as she made eye-contact with Clarke’s glossed-over stoic eyes which were still staring ahead looking at the scenery out of the window.
“Clarke, come back” The middle-aged woman shouted while firmly clasping the sides of the blonde’s body and shaking her rather harshly, attempting to get any signs of life from the girl. “Clarke, Clarke, Clarke, react” The woman lightly smacked the girl’s cheeks, forcing her gaze to look at her.
She just needed a sign of life, a reaction, any reaction at all. The blank gaze that adopted the features of her daughters face had always been enough to send Abby into a panic. Her eyes were devoid of any emotion and if it wasn’t for the slow rise and fall of Clarke’s chest Abby would have contemplated feeling for a pulse to check if she was in fact alive.
‘Intruder’.
Clarke suddenly blinked, the water of her blue eyes freezing over as they hardened into a cold glare. Abby could have sworn her eyes dimmed a few shades, or perhaps this is how Clarke’s eyes had always looked like without a twinkle in her eye.
Abby felt faint under the intensity of the glare that pierced through her body, this was not the reaction she had hoped for. Shifting her glare from engraving holes into Abby’s skull, Clarke’s gaze fell onto the pair of arms gripping onto her body, holding her down with a substantial amount of force.
“Go away intruder” The voice that growled from within Clarke’s throat was much huskier than her usual one.
Abby took a double take at the girl in front of her, stunned to be greeted by such a low, menacing voice. “C-Clarke, I’m not an intruder. It’s me, Mum” Abby couldn’t stop the tears that brimmed at the edges of her eyes as she began shaking the blonde’s body again, hoping to shake some sense into her.
‘Bad move’.
“NO! GO AWAY INTRUDER” Clarke’s knee swiftly shot up, her foot planting firmly square onto Abby’s chest as she kicked her away, propelling Abby across the room and onto the floor. With a grunt, Abby crashed into the hardwood floor clutching onto her sides whilst gasping for air.
Staring at the brunette who had imprisoned her, Clarke began to shake as pure rage coursed through her veins. Abby coughed harshly as she stumbled back onto her feet, trying to get back the lung-full of air that had been knocked out of her. By the time Abby regained her bearings Clarke had already reached a dangerous point of hatred, her whole body shaking as adrenaline pumped through her.
Having no other choice, Abby flung her body at the ticking time bomb, wrapping Clarke’s small body into a warm and supposedly loving embrace. Her knuckles turned bright white as she held onto Clarke in a death grip as the girl immediately began thrashing to get the brunette off of her.
“I’m not going to hurt you! Clarke, Clarke, please! Please it’s me! Clarke, it’s me!”
“Let go!” Clarke clawed at the arms that restrained her, trying to free herself from the intruder.
“Come back Clarke, come back please” Abby frequently repeated, her teeth grinding together to hold in the sounds of pain as her body took a complete beating from Clarke’s attacks.
Abby endured it all; punches, kicks, biting, scratching, the insults, all of it. Although her body could only take so much before it was stinging in excruciating pain, Abby didn’t let go, she would not give up on her daughter.
It was as if hours had passed by the time Clarke’s attacks began to weaken, her tensed body gradually slackening in Abby’s embrace. Eventually the blonde slumped forward, leaning her full weight onto Abby as her arms hung limply to her sides.
“M-Mum?” Clarke whispered against her mother’s shoulder, her voice filled with confusion.
“Yeah, it’s me Sweetie” Abby hugged her daughter’s body closer to her, burying her face into the blonde locks of her daughter’s hair attempting to muffle any sobs.
Clarke felt her mum tremble against her, her chest taking staggered and forceful breaths. Pulling away slightly from the embrace, Clarke looked up at her mother with twinkling blue eyes; a look of unshed tears and remorse swimming around the blue waters as they made eye contact with her mother.
Abby let out a sigh of relief, gently caressing her daughter’s face. “You came back”
“I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean t-I didn’t know it was you. I-I-” Tears began welling up in Clarke’s eyes as she desperately tried to figure out what was happening. She didn’t remember her mother ever entering the room, let alone being wrapped in her arms. Nothing made sense and it made Clarke’s head feel like it was spinning.
“Shhh” Abby whispered, her head resting against Clarke’s forehead. “I know Clarke, I know. It’s okay now, you came back to me and that’s all that matters” Abby kissed Clarke’s forehead tenderly.
“Now how about we get you to take your tablets?” And just like that, everything went back to normal as Abby stepped back, breaking the embrace and putting on a cheerful smile that often adorned her face.
Turning on her heels, Abby walked over and picked up the bottle of pills that always sat on Clarke’s bedside table. Immediately popping two white pills into her hand as she returned to where Clarke stood, “Here you go”
Abby’s eyes widened, removing any signs of crow’s feet ever being around her eyes. Clarke was gone. Quickly scanning the room, it wasn’t long until Abby spotted her daughter lying on the ground beside her bed, her blankets wrapped around her in a bid to hide herself from her mother.
She was such a child sometimes.
Abby sighed. It wasn’t uncommon to see Clarke in bed after one of her episodes; they often tired her out but by the trembling of the blankets she could tell something else was going on.
“Clarke” Abby’s voice hardened in a stern warning.
A shift in the blanket burrito acted as the only response to Abby’s call.
“Clarke” Abby tried again, a sigh evident in her voice.
“I don’t want them” Clarke’s voice came out strained from behind the wall of blankets she had engulfing her. Hearing footsteps approaching, Clarke peaked out of a small pocket in the blanket looking up to see her mother standing in front of her with her hands on her hips, easily towering over her.
“Now Clarke” Abby demanded, quickly losing her patience. “You know the doctors said it was bad for you to miss taking them”
“What if I choke on them? Or, or, they give me bad indigestion?”
Abby sighed again. Keeping up with these mood swings were exhausting. “You have never choked on them or had any indigestion problems before”
Clarke’s head popped out completely this time, revealing blue eyes clouded by anxiety. “I might today”
“You’re an adult Clarke” Abby couldn’t supress her eye roll. “If you don’t like to see Marcus there are plenty of other doctors you can go to. But like I told you before, they’re all going to say the same thing. So please just take your tablets”
Abby reached out and pulled the covers off of Clarke’s body. Alarmed at the sudden loss of security, Clarke bolted straight up, her teeth clamping closed to make a blockade from the pill being able to enter her mouth as she saw her mother reach down to pin her body down with her knees.
Clarke instantly thrashed around, trying to wiggle out from underneath her mother which now practically straddled her.
“Dr Kane is an idiot” Clarke whined, moving her head from left to right in order to avoid Abby’s hands as they tried to push the pill into her mouth. Clarke used her tongue to fill the evident gaps her rows of teeth made when they lined up. Damn it, if she had only gotten those braces when she was 14 she would have a perfect pill barricade by now.
Seeing that she was losing this battle Clarke attempted to plea again, “No mum, please! You don’t know the risks! I could die!”
“You’re going to die if you don’t take these tablets” Abby threatened through gritted teeth, she hated when she had to forced Clarke but she was one stubborn lady; Clarke was getting this medication into her body one way or another.
Abby immediately stuck her hand into Clarke’s mouth as she opened it to argue back; shoving the pills down to the back of her throat with her fingers, Clarke had no choice but to swallow them.
Getting off of her daughter immediately, Abby passed down a water bottle to help Clarke pass the tablets down her throat which the latter gladly accepted.
“Urgh, they taste yuck” Clarke stuck her tongue out, screwing up her face in disgust.
“They’re tablets Clarke” Abby deadpanned, “They have no flavour”.
“Well those ones tasted bad” Clarke whined, causing Abby to crack a smile at her daughter’s childish behaviour. Clarke had the habit of contradicting logical things, she did it so often that Abby had learnt to find it endearing.
“Alright Kiddo, time to work. Dinner won’t prepare itself for all those hungry customers” Abby smiled as she stood up and held her hand out to help Clarke up.
Trudging through her exhausted state, Clarke groggily made her way downstairs to their family restaurant, following behind Abby’s lead the whole way.
“Freedom!” Clarke spread her arms out wide as she made her way to the top of the ladder, pulling herself up onto the rooftop of the building. Her eyes were firmly planted on the sky, marvelling at how blue peaked out from behind the cover of white clouds.
This was by far Clarke’s favourite part of the day; getting to sit up amongst the sky, high above the rest of the campus, escaping from the stresses of her morning classes and ongoing assessments. Up here she felt so free and content with herself.
“Hey, move your ass! The rest of us don’t want to be hanging here all day” Clarke was abruptly pulled from her cloud of thoughts by an impatient groan.
Looking down behind her from the edge of the rooftop, Clarke’s gaze immediately made contact with the impatient faces of her three friends. Based on how their eyebrows were furrowed together, Clarke could sense that they were annoyed their climb up the ladder to the roof had been halted by her not moving off the ledge. The four of them weren’t exactly permitted to be up here and if their university found out that the rooftop of their tallest campus building was being used as the lunch spot for a bunch of 3rd year students, they’d probably flip.
“I’m moving, I’m moving” Clarke mumbled to herself as she caught sight of Octavia irritated glare as she tried balancing her folders in one arm and held the run of the ladder in the other.
With Clarke out of the way, it wasn’t long before all four of them were sat in their usual spot in the middle of the rooftop, their folders and notes long laid forgotten. It had been a total bitch to get these chairs up here when they were freshman but it was totally worth it, to have a view like this while eating was simply priceless.
“Dude, your mum’s cooking is so good!”
Clarke, who had been observing the campus close to the edge of the rooftop, turned around and smiled at her friends that were practically fighting over the containers of left-overs from the restaurant her mum had cooked last night. Abby was always one to cook just a little too much food by accident and accidentally had just enough left-over to feed Clarke’s friends for lunch the following day.
“Mama Griffin definitely knows how to give foodgasms” Jasper hummed in bliss, adding to Monty’s previous comment.
“I bet that’s not the only thing she knows how to give” Jasper and Monty smirked at each other, hi-fiving over their ‘awesome’ joke. This wasn’t the first time this conversation had been had, but that didn’t make it any less gross.
“Ow!” Jasper and Monty chorused as their heads were rammed into each other by Octavia who had been seated behind them, stretching to get some pork.
“As if you haven’t thought Clarke’s mum has a rocking body” Jasper hissed as his hand massaged his temple where it had been hit.
Octavia simply shrugged in response, looking rather indifferent and deadpanned. “She’s a married woman for Christ sake”
“I didn’t hear a no! O totally has the hots for Mama G” Monty exclaimed as both him and Jasper fell into another fit of laughter.
Octavia could see Clarke, through her peripheral vision, shift uncomfortably from where she stood at the ledge of the rooftop. Normally she would have coaxed Clarke to sit down with them but she had known Clarke for enough years now to know that that approach wouldn’t work. Clarke did what she wanted, whenever she wanted.
“Just shut up and eat. You look like you’re about to starve to death” Octavia sent a glare to the main culprit, Jasper, earning a burst of laughter from Monty.
“I do not look starved!” Jasper’s voice practically squeaked, clearly flustered at the comment.
“You do look pretty lanky” Monty admitted from beside him.
“Dude! Does the bro code mean nothing to you?!”
As Octavia and Monty homed in on their prey, cornering Jasper into an inescapable situation of teasing, the trio failed to notice the person wandering off further across the roof top, suffocating in her own thoughts. Clarke gripped her head, feeling it pulse under her fingertips, as she tried to keep up with the constant flow of thoughts and voices swimming around. None of the voices ever wanted to work with one another; no, they all had to fight for control.
‘Run’
Her eyes shifted from one place to the next frantically looking for some form of relief from this monotonous environment. Feeling her chest begin to tighten, Clarke squeezed her eyes shut trying to focus on a single voice.
‘Climb’
Her head pounded fiercely, urging her to keep staggering forward. Before long Clarke fluttered her eyes open and found herself gripping the side of a metal structure hoisting herself up higher into the sky. She didn’t remember how she got here or how she had made her way onto the adjacent corner of the roof or why her friends started screaming for her to not dangle over the edge of the building. One thing Clarke was sure of is that she wanted to reach the top.
The metal groaned under her weight, the creaking growing louder as the wind began to forcefully push against the antenna. Clarke’s hands gripped the smooth steel bars of the antenna, adrenaline running through her veins as the cold metal contrasted against the heat of her skin. In one swift motion, Clarke continued to pull her body weight up the set of horizontal steel bars, her dominant right hand leading as she focused on reaching the top.
“Clarke, what are you doing?” Octavia called out from below, having edged her way carefully onto the thin ledge. Clarke was easily three or four metres above them now, scaling the metal structure which only narrowed as it neared the top. Octavia’s eyes quickly scanned the path ahead of Clarke which she would have to take in order to make it to the top. To her dismay the final meter of height came with greater risks, Clarke would have to reach across to a different column of bars and fully hang off the side of the building. If she slipped, Octavia couldn’t bring herself to finish the rest of that thought as she noted how high up they really were.
“Clarke, get down from there!” Monty shouted, watching as the metal antenna began to wobble more and more the higher Clarke ventured. There was no way Clarke would be able to make that jump and have the pure upper body strength to pull herself up to safety. She didn’t even go to the gym with the rest of them.
“Don’t you dare do what I know you’re thinking about doing!” Jasper threatened, glaring at the girl who was now dangerously hanging by one arm trying to reach across the gap. Seeing Clarke glance down at her feet multiple times to the bar she must grab, all three of them knew what was about to happen.
“Clarke! Clarke!”
‘Do it. You can make it’ Narrowing her eyes at the bars above her, Clarke decided to take a leap of faith. Standing on her toes like a cat, Clarke leapt forwards throwing her hands into the air at an attempt to shoot her body closer towards the metal bar.
As if time slowed down to follow the rhythm of Clarke’s breathing, Clarke watched as her hands slowly reached to grab the bar that was gradually coming closer. Reaching the climax of the jump, she felt her body begin to descend in altitude, soaring downwards as her fingertips brushed against the metal bars smooth surface.
Feeling the cold metal against her fingers Clarke immediately gripped the bar, slightly bending her elbows in a bid to lessen the impact of the jump on her arms. Collective sighs of relief escaped from the three on-lookers from below as they saw Clarke successfully make the jump, her biceps flexing as she pulled herself up to the next bar. If it wasn’t for the evident trembling of her arms, Clarke would have made it look easy.
Clarke’s laughter echoed into the sky as she swung her feet up to the pole beneath her, re-establishing her balance. “It’s so great up here. You guys should try it.” Clarke grinned down at her friends, “If you can”
Octavia eyebrows furrowed, Clarke never mocked people. A low growl resonated from within her throat as she pushed down her burning desire to tackle Clarke off the edge herself. Valiantly, Octavia braved against another strong gust of wind, stabilising herself on the narrow ledge before inching herself closer to the base of the metal structure welded to the rooftop.
“What are you doing?” Jasper demanded watching the brunette spread her arms to gain balance as she approached the antenna.
“Going to get that idiot” Octavia snarled back in reply, still glaring up at Clarke who was now swinging from pole to pole.
“You can’t climb up there the beam isn’t strong enough. It can’t handle anymore extra weight. It’s too risky” Monty shouted his response.
“We can’t just sit here and do nothing!” Jasper cried.
Meanwhile, Clarke was having the time of her life. Clarke had never felt more alive. She felt free. Wanting to push the limits of her own body against the weight of gravity, Clarke swung herself around the thin vertical pole, screaming in delight as she saw a whole 360 degree panoramic view of the city.
“Clarke get down NOW” It was no longer a question. Clarke’s body immediately froze mid motion at the sound of Octavia’s command.
At the sight of Octavia’s expressionless face Clarke was suddenly highly aware of how her arms ached from holding up her body weight for way longer than what she was accustomed to.
‘Don’t listen to them. She’s trying to deceive you. Everyone always deceives you’
Ignoring the wave of pain streaming down the length of her arm, Clarke growled back a response that had come from within her.
“NO”
Octavia narrowed her gaze as she heard Monty and Jasper gasp in shock from behind her.
“What do we do!?” Jasper practically shoved Octavia off-balance in an attempt to earn any reaction from the expressionless girl.
“Let go of the pole I dare you!” Octavia ignored the second round of gasps coming from her flabbergasted friends. Her face showed no sign of fear or uneasiness as she met gazes with Clarke.
‘Don’t listen to her. She’s try-’
“What?” Clarke muttered, her brows knitting in confusion.
Staring into Octavia’s onyx eyes, Clarke only saw a single word flash across them; challenge.
‘She doesn’t think you can do it. Prove her wrong’
“Don’t test her!” Jasper couldn’t contain the words he hissed at Octavia.
Jasper’s statement sparked Clarke’s interest. Without a moment of hesitation, Clarke’s grip automatically slackened around the only pole keeping her balanced on the metal structure.
Clarke stretched her arms out wide like a bird in flight as she wobbled against the strong gust of wind that blew against her small frame.
“Clarke, please get down” A soft melodic voice broke into Clarke’s train of thoughts.
That tone. Clarke hadn’t heard it in so long that she had forgotten Octavia could even possess that type of emotion. That voice, it was filled with fear.
Clarke instantly felt as though someone had punched her in the stomach. Soon a wave of guilt washed over her and Clarke felt like she was drowning. Octavia’s eyes had transformed again, materialising into a transparent window that gave Clarke a clear view into her abyss of worry and fear.
The voices were more frantic now; some were pleading for her to listen to her friend, some demanded her to continue her climb, while others just seemed to ramble with the sole purpose of adding to the white noise. However one sole voice resonated above them all.
“Please” Octavia pleaded.
Clarke’s teeth bit firmly down onto her tongue, the taste of blood acted as a temporary relief to the war raging on within her. Her head pounded against the confines of her skull as she tried to sift through all the commands.
“Okay!” Clarke shouted in distress, earning a unison sigh of relief from her friends beneath her.
Frantically, Clarke plotted her descent to the rooftop as her knees began to wobble. Her gaze immediately landed onto a horizontal pole above her. It was slightly slimmer and shorter in length than the other poles she had previous scaled but it was also the perfect tool to swing off and launch her body back onto the safety of the rooftop.
All she had to do was grab it and swing down off of it. The task was simple enough but her body was far too fatigued to do it with the same ease as when she first started her climb. It was just out of arms reach above her head. She could get it.
“Clarke just take your time and get down the way you came up” Monty called from below, not wanting his friend to make any rash moves now.
‘Just one tiny leap’
“Clarke no!”
Leaping upwards with her arms outstretched, Clarke had a smile plastered on her face as she ignored the fact that she had leant a little too far forward when taking off. Nothing could take away the bliss of feeling like she was flying.
‘It’s so close’
Clarke’s fingers stretched into the sky, unknown to her that in the mist of losing her footing, she had misjudged how far the jump really was.
It was only a small leap, so why was the pole so far away from her reach?
Why was it getting further away?
‘Stop mocking me’ Clarke glared at the pole, watching as it became smaller as she began falling.
“CLARKE!” The sound of Octavia’s shriek pierced Clarke’s ears as her body neared the rooftop.
Glancing out of her peripheral vision, Clarke watched as Octavia threw her body across the edge of the platform, Jasper and Monty quickly grabbing her feet to prevent her from diving off the building. Clarke groaned as she felt like she had been stabbed in the back as she came in contact with Octavia’s hands.
Fingers clawed at Clarke’s clothes, attempting to pull her to safety. Clarke could feel each individual fingernail of Octavia’s hands as they sunk into the back of her jacket. The sound of fabric ripping greeted Clarke’s ears as she felt her body flip mid-air, the right side of her jacket had been ripped off of her body by Octavia, exposing her to the elements. Clarke whipped around in the cascading air, watching as her jacket clung solely onto her left arm, the rest of it trailing her body like a flag whistling in the wind. If she had looked just beyond the jacket Clarke would have seen the fading faces of her friends, all mirroring the same look of despair and horror.
All Clarke could hear was the sound of air as it whistled passed her ears. She was now in a free-fall down four stories to the campus where groups of students were surely gathered in the courtyard, enjoying their break. Little did they know, they were about to be rudely interrupted.
‘You failed again’
Clarke chuckled miserably at the voice as she shut her eyes, preparing for what was to come. Within seconds she estimated that she had already plummeted past the top two floors of the building. Knowing the layout of her school, Clarke braced herself for the impact that was going to come too early for it to be the ground.
Out of nowhere, Clarke felt the air being knocked out of her lungs as her back rammed into what felt like a giant knife. Again, Clarke’s body was tossed around as she flipped to fall face first into the oncoming objects. She wanted to fight off the knives that stabbed every inch or her body. She wanted to cry as the distinct sound of her bones cracking. She wanted the voices to stop.
Time seemed to slow as Octavia, Monty and Jasper watched wide-eyed, mouths gaping in utter shock as Clarke’s body hit into a large oak tree. The sheer power and speed that Clarke fell at was evident as her body snapped straight through the thick tree branches like they were twigs.
Squeezing her eyes even tighter, Clarke tried blocking out the sounds of her jacket ripping, surely leaving the item of clothing in nothing but tatters now, as another branch tore straight through the fabric slicing her delicate flesh. Even the delicate leaves, which decorated the tree branches with lushes green, felt like razors against Clarke’s skin.
Thrashing from one branch to the next, Clarke silently prayed that one of these branches would break her fall or at least do the job of putting her out of her misery.
The end was near now.
Suddenly, Clarke’s heart flew forward into her rib cage as she felt a change in direction. Opening one eye, she watched as her jacket which had snagged onto a sturdy branch above her, the sudden stopping force causing her body to soar upwards.
‘Maybe I can still reach that pole’ Clarke thought as she felt herself elevate higher above the ground.
Unfortunately gravity didn’t work that way and Clarke quickly found herself spiralling down to the ground again, only significantly slower this time, prolonging the time she had to endure this pain.
In the few extra seconds of time she was granted Clarke had just enough time to resite a poem she felt was fitting for this situation. Her English Literature tutor would be so proud of her.
"I have fallen from sky,
Fallen to the ground,
I am the angel of sadness,
Angel of lost hopes,
Angel of lost dreams.
They took my wings,
They took me apart made me human.
I was the fallen angel,
But that fallen angel had one chance in life that she was given.
This angel won’t make the same mistakes she made before,
This angel will go down the right path that has been chosen for her,
This fallen angel knows what she has to do to be forgiven.”
“I’m sorry Clarke” Octavia muttered at a barely audible level, tears flowing down her cheeks to land onto the tightly grasped ripped piece of fabric that she held in her hands.
A small smile planted on Clarke’s face as she heard the sound of chatter and laughter in her ears, no one had yet noticed her falling. She finally found out what it was like to fall.
‘Stupid girl, you failed again. You deserve to fall’
That was the last voice Clarke heard before her body took its final blow, hitting the ground, everything immediately went black.