Chapter 25 (post four) The End of Part 1

Pre-note: To make this extra confusing, I have decided to break my book up into parts. Therefor, this is the end of part 1. Please don't make fun of my writing -- I'm not feeling like it's flowing the way I want it to lately. 

Chapter twenty-five, section four, the end of part one:

There always comes a breaking point. For me, it was that moment, holding the doorknob and looking into the stairwell with my mind too full to think anymore.

I don’t remember much. Or, rather, I choose not to remember much. Each time I think back the pain emotions start to trickle through my body again.

I can tell you that I remember the floor. Running through those hospital-like halls, I had lost my shoes. Bare feet pounding on the cold tiles, I had just kept running. Standing in the doorway, I felt my feet loosing feeling.  

I can tell you about the stairwell. The whitewash covered everything, including the concrete beneath my feet as I sped up the stairs until I reached the top. Here there was nothing but a pair of big black doors, which I hit still at a run. The fresh air and starlight that I emerged into startled me to a stop.

I can tell you the stars were gorgeous that night. The moon was nowhere in sight, but the stars were sprinkled across the sky like powdered sugar across a black granite countertop. I remember the feel of the fresh air in my lungs and the gravel pinching beneath my toes as I wandered around the top of the building until I stopped right at the edge.

Can I tell you that that what I would do next was out of character for me? That the idea had never crossed my mind back on earth? That it wasn’t until that moment on the roof that I was desperate enough to even consider it?

Around the edge ran a small barrier that came up to my calves. I stopped a few inches from it and looked out at the skyline of Soleres. The building was tall enough that the view it provided was picturesque. The unlit buildings glowed in shadows cast by starlight, looking like the beginning of the ending of the world.

 My heart shuddered as I placed my one foot onto the low wall, then the other.

Suddenly there was nothing between me and the sky. I felt like I was somewhere between reality and fantasy, the end and the beginning, the physical and the beyond. My wings shook as I glanced downwards into the black abyss and didn’t stop until I look back up the sky.

I don’t remember what came first, my conscious decision or my feet no longer grounded, but I do remember the breathless, hard feeling of falling.

The End of Part 1