A Piece of the Sky

[Elisha]

My arms were streched out on either side as I stood out on that dirty ledge, pressed as tight as possible to the huge brick wall fifteen stories in the fithy sky. Looking out among the buildings around me and the ground below gave me a sense of power. I could see everything, the whole world was beneath me. All the tiny perfect people and shiny painted metel zooming on endless black ribbons. I could see everything, but it couldn't see me.
I took a deep breath and filled my lungs with the beautiful air. It passed through me and for a brief moment, was mine. All mine. A little piece of the sky inside of me.
I let it out, contaminated wth my self, and relased it out into the world. I liked the feeling it gave me, to change something so powerful as the sky with every breath I took. My body trembled with the sheer power of it all.
Standng there without a clue of why I was there or just what I wanted to gain out of this little experiance, slipped my right sandle off and dropped it into the busy world below me.
A wonderful crash followed by screams floated up fifteen stories to my ears. I pushed a lock of hair from my face and smiled. So much power, from one little shoe. Just imagine how much more I could have.
I took another deep breath and lifted my other foot out over the world, now gazing up at me in their sirens and light and blood, powerless. The other shoe tumbled into the crowd, more screams.
I laughed, beginning to enjoy myself. Slowly I lifted my arms and screamed along with them. So much power, so many lives in my control. Including the most important at the moment, my own. It was so much more than I had ever wanted and I needed more to live. Correction, I needed more to die.
My arms still in the air, I arched my back and plunged foward into the air, my air. The world I now controlled passed beneath me for an instant and I was free. The ground rose up to meet me and I filled my lungs with the sky again, and had time to push myself into the world one more time before there was nothing but black.

[Alexia]

Great Job.....had me on pins and needles until the end.....!!!!

Sincerely

Alexia

[unburntflame]

another well written work. just a question though, why do your stories finish with someone dying/committing suicide?

unburntflame

[Elisha]

Not all of them do, I write a lot of stories with happy endings, and some with not so happy endings excluding death but I don't find all of them good enough to share with people. The ones I find most powerfull, though, never end happy because life doesn't always end happy. In fact, it rarely does. A lot of my stories end in death because ultimately, life ends in death. And suicide has always bothered me. A few people in my life have commited suicide throughout the years, and I've had several friends talk to me about wanting to. It just tears me up inside so much because the only legacy it leaves for people to remember you is the pain you caused them by taking your life. And I guess if I show people how it is, give them something real to judge for themselves then it might just help someone realize they are better than that. Everyone is better than that, no matter who they are. Sorry to write so much, but this is really an emotional topic and I have a lot to say about it. I havn't even wrote half of what I wanted to say but I don't want to take up any more space. Luv ya, Elisha

[unburntflame]

if you want to talk, email me. i'm more than happy to listen, and i'll probably say what i think as well...i've had some similar experiences with my friends.

ubfl

[Elisha]

That's cool, I probably will