Picture it and Write: Step

by joetwo

Hi there! This is my offering for this week’s Picture it and Write from Ermilia’s blog here. Once again the picture is not mine, it is by mehmeturgut on Deviantart, I only use it for inspiration. Anyway, enjoy.

The Step

Alice closed her eyes and felt the wind in her hair. The view was spectacular up there, you could see all the way to the coast but she didn’t want to look. She didn’t want to see the next step.

So long, yet so easy to make, The Step beckoned.

The tears had long gone, all that was left was a dull pain, a pain of half remembered words. Words like “Dyke”, “Weirdo”, “Freak”. Words that cut deep and made their mark. Words sent in a seemingly endless barrage of messages, texts, whispers in class, and shouts in the street.

She knew the only true way to silence them all. The Step beckoned.

Her family didn’t understand, neither did any of her so-called friends. She had done well in school but what did that matter when nobody got you, truly cared for you? Not just paid lip service to you?

It would show them, show how false they had been. She could imagine their grief, so more real than their lies. The Step beckoned.

Even with her eyes closed she could feel the emptiness in front of her, mere inches away. It had taken her ten minutes to climb up there but mere seconds to get down again. She wondered if it would hurt. Would it be too quick to even notice? Would time slow down to a virtual infinity? If her life flashed before her eyes, would she find anything, even a single moment that was worthwhile?

She didn’t know the answer. The Step Beckoned