drabble: Flying Upon Broken Wings
She ran through the hallways of memories, the screams from her past still embedded in the walls, haunting her in vibrant echo. Feet lost purchase from its own dripping crimson and she fell hard upon jagged shards of glass. Chest heaving, she crawled over the glittering daggers, flesh giving way to their delicate beauty so very easily. Gasping, she reached desperately for the metal doorknob, fingers slipping and sliding before finally twisting the door open.
Determined, she crawled out of the house and finally was able to stand on two feet. Uncaring of the chill or the darkness, she ran once more, bloody footprints tracking her path. Rapidly, she maneuvered the steep incline, her blood pounding in her ears. Her eyes could make out in the faint moon and starlight the dark vastness of the ocean, stretching out into the horizon. The crashing of water against the cliff met her ears.
Almost.
Reaching the precipice, she dared not to glance behind her. Pausing, she looked at the sky, searching for some sign of a benevolent divinity to reassure her but found only distant stars who gave her no succor. Warm liquid was felt as a tear fell down her face. Relieved in a way, she smiled as she threw herself over the edge, arms open to embrace the abyss, finally flying upon broken wings.