"How could I forget?"
She wondered, standing on the precipice.
"I've been here before."
She knew that feeling in her heart. It was a tumultuous uprising in her chest, like a knife turning inside her. The suffocation made her want to puke. Her vision was blurry, her head heavy, and the rest of her numb.
"She's got neither shame, nor fear, nor any common sense to be let out. She's a danger to the world."
Those words were always in the back of her head. She wished she hadn't heard them. Back then, she put on her headphones and turned the volume up. She wanted to shut every other voice out.
That's right. She wasn't made for this world.
"If only I hadn't been born into this family...in this house," she muttered to herself before closing her eyes.
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What is it that makes one a danger to the world? Their capability to bring harm to others? In all her years, she'd learned that it was the ability to hurt oneself without batting an eye that made one dangerous to the world.
Impulse? No, she always put a lot of thought into what she did. She just wanted to be free.
"But I'm not," she said to herself, standing on the edge of the precipice.
A whole new world spans before you with infinite horizons and a blue you could never have imagined in the darkness of your void. And yet, just flapping your wings away isn't enough to make you fly towards that freedom that awaits before your eyes.
In all rationality, you are perfectly aware that any leap you make from here on out will just be a fall into the deepest abyss. You stand there with your arms extended, hoping to catch some sort of meaning, some reason, some satisfaction from having lived. But all you find is a cold wind unwilling to accept you.
So do you just continue to stand there? And yet, you must have realized by now that there is no turning back. After all, where could you even go? You have no place to call home. No one is waiting for you. And the world is better off without you.
And anyway, is the abyss so bad? You do not have to struggle anymore. You do not need to find a place. You do not need to belong. You are free now to let it all end. After all, the world ceases to exist when you die. There's no meaning in all those trivialities when you're standing on the precipice.
Don't forget that it's only a matter of time. You can stall the ultimate outcome all you want, but it all comes down to the same thing. The abyss awaits. The endless horizons sneer at you. You haven't grown any wings in 100 million years. Life forgot about you.
So then, do you still choose to make it wait? Do you stall any further? What for? Isn't that precipice the most suffocating of all? Just one step and you'll be free.
Why don't you jump? Whatever heavens you're holding on to have abandoned you. God won't save you. And that's because you cannot be saved. The abyss is the only thing that can salvage your remains.
Give in. Isn't it enough yet?
The echo spread around and returned to her.
"It is," she muttered before letting the wind sweep her down into the gorge.