Post by maxxie nolan winters on May 4, 2011 16:54:49 GMT -5
A slight breeze filled the air on the rooftop. The sun peeped through the clouds on occasion, but the breeze brought a slight chill. The smell of rain was present from the showers that happened earlier in the day.
Maxxie approached the last step and stood in the same spot for a little while. Compared to many other days of this week, the weather was good, not too cold, but not yet scorching hot. The hoodie on his body made the weather feel better, especially when a breeze blew.
He had to move from this one spot. He had to go to the edge, look down to the ground, and feel himself escape from it all. Looking towards the ground from the roof often made Maxxie feel like he was falling, like he was seconds away from an instant death. Sometimes he wish he did jump, to be with the person he loved and missed most-- his brother. It could all just end in a single moment.
No, Maxxie could not think like this. He loved his life, and he had purposes to live. He needed to repress thoughts like this. Out of the front pocket in his hoodie and pulled out a bottle of tequila. The feeling he got when he took a long chug of the tequila, brought Maxxie a sense of relief. But as he looked down to the ground again, he couldn't help of think of his dead brother.
Mounting onto the edge Maxxie stood, his back facing the stairs. He spread his arms out, his right hand still clutching onto the tequila, as if he was in a remake of the movie Titanic. He felt the breeze around him, and clenched his eyes tight. Slowly, Maxxie spun around in a circle, before reaching the spot he was once in. He opened his eyes, and looked down to the ground again.
Maxxie approached the last step and stood in the same spot for a little while. Compared to many other days of this week, the weather was good, not too cold, but not yet scorching hot. The hoodie on his body made the weather feel better, especially when a breeze blew.
He had to move from this one spot. He had to go to the edge, look down to the ground, and feel himself escape from it all. Looking towards the ground from the roof often made Maxxie feel like he was falling, like he was seconds away from an instant death. Sometimes he wish he did jump, to be with the person he loved and missed most-- his brother. It could all just end in a single moment.
No, Maxxie could not think like this. He loved his life, and he had purposes to live. He needed to repress thoughts like this. Out of the front pocket in his hoodie and pulled out a bottle of tequila. The feeling he got when he took a long chug of the tequila, brought Maxxie a sense of relief. But as he looked down to the ground again, he couldn't help of think of his dead brother.
Mounting onto the edge Maxxie stood, his back facing the stairs. He spread his arms out, his right hand still clutching onto the tequila, as if he was in a remake of the movie Titanic. He felt the breeze around him, and clenched his eyes tight. Slowly, Maxxie spun around in a circle, before reaching the spot he was once in. He opened his eyes, and looked down to the ground again.
