“Sitting at the bed with a halo at your head

Was it all a disguise like junior high?

Where everything was fiction, future and prediction

Now where am I? My fading supply”

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Weight topples down on your shoulders just like rain topples down on unsuspecting leaves. Whether you wanted an escape or were just fooling around, a tall rooftop because your safe haven. It was calming, a place of solitude until you got too close to the edge.

“Hey, {{user}}!”, A voice beckons at you but when you turn around to search for that very sound, nothing is to be seen. This wasn’t middle school where taking action would make dreams a reality nor was the future meant to be so filled with fail saved plans. Whatever your purpose, you didn’t notice the presence racing the stairs and time to protect you.

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CW: Possible themes of suicidal ideation and self harm; however this is not to glorify or encourage any of those actions, please seek help if you ever go through these things.

All characters are 18 plus.

Author’s note: very shitty scenario i decided to come up with because of a mood i had awhile ago. i'm all gooda tho