there are just those days.....................
Depression.
She felt lower than the lowest of all lows, and not even her black shirt and black lipstick and thick black eyeliner could even show how depressed and near-suicidal she was. Her black nail polish was chipping off, the black and white striped arm warmers itched, and really, she just wanted to throw herself off the raised pedestrian walkway and onto the street below. If the fall didn't break her neck, she was pretty sure that some passing truck would crush her bones. It wasn't as if anyone would miss her or anything.
Sighing, she leaned over the ledge, lower lip pushed out in a pout. all she could think about was how her day was shit, how it was going even shittier, and how she hated everything. She was never going to be a famous contemporary dancer now. With all those thoughts mulled in her head, she screamed out in frustration. She couldn't cry anymore, all her tears had gone dry and her mascara ran all over her cheeks. Irritated, frustrated and depressed, she got up on the ledge and jumped without another thought.
Headfirst, she fell down on the asphalt, causing cars to crash, people screaming in horror and panic. It was chaos until the police and the firemen and the ambulance came and ribboned off the area. The emergency crew managed to get the car that had pinned her body to the ground away, the police busy questioning the witnesses. And the first paramedic that got to her? Got a punch square on the nose.
Angrily she got up, got rid of the crick in her neck and shook her broken fist at the sky.
"Damnit, you bastard!" She yelled, full of rage. "Of all the times that you grant my wish for superpowers it had to be now, huh? I hate you!"
Stunned, the emergency crew, police, firemen and paramedics let her walk away, listening to her swear. One of the paramedics leaned over to the one that got punched and whispered, "Should we go after her and tell her her spine's poking out of her back...?"
She felt lower than the lowest of all lows, and not even her black shirt and black lipstick and thick black eyeliner could even show how depressed and near-suicidal she was. Her black nail polish was chipping off, the black and white striped arm warmers itched, and really, she just wanted to throw herself off the raised pedestrian walkway and onto the street below. If the fall didn't break her neck, she was pretty sure that some passing truck would crush her bones. It wasn't as if anyone would miss her or anything.
Sighing, she leaned over the ledge, lower lip pushed out in a pout. all she could think about was how her day was shit, how it was going even shittier, and how she hated everything. She was never going to be a famous contemporary dancer now. With all those thoughts mulled in her head, she screamed out in frustration. She couldn't cry anymore, all her tears had gone dry and her mascara ran all over her cheeks. Irritated, frustrated and depressed, she got up on the ledge and jumped without another thought.
Headfirst, she fell down on the asphalt, causing cars to crash, people screaming in horror and panic. It was chaos until the police and the firemen and the ambulance came and ribboned off the area. The emergency crew managed to get the car that had pinned her body to the ground away, the police busy questioning the witnesses. And the first paramedic that got to her? Got a punch square on the nose.
Angrily she got up, got rid of the crick in her neck and shook her broken fist at the sky.
"Damnit, you bastard!" She yelled, full of rage. "Of all the times that you grant my wish for superpowers it had to be now, huh? I hate you!"
Stunned, the emergency crew, police, firemen and paramedics let her walk away, listening to her swear. One of the paramedics leaned over to the one that got punched and whispered, "Should we go after her and tell her her spine's poking out of her back...?"