Prima Donna.
She stood at the edge of her balcony, testing the railing with one foot, pressing the wood with half of her weight. She cringed, as the old wood creaked loudly under the pressure. There was no way these beams would hold her weight, no matter how much she wished. She stepped back from the railing and looked around. She was on a small balcony, not much more than 4 feet long, there was a small table with 2 chairs, below the balcony were the other two. She was four floors up, the first three were unoccupied. Well, not entirely true, they held ghosts of her past. Every few months she moved farther and farther up the ten-story building. Except, now she wouldn't need to. She dragged the table to the balcony and eyeballed the distance between the top of the rail and the table top.
She nodded, the table would have to do. She stepped back again, pulling a chair in front of the table and sighed. Might as well put the damn things to use, she thought bitterly. He never used them anyways, well, besides for throwing at me. She sneered at the memories, and turned, opening the sliding glass door violently. Her rage, built up over so many years began to take it's toll. Red marks ran up both arms and one was visible on her neck. She frowned, spotting a mirror, seeing her reflection. How she hated it, the dark circles under bruised eyes, the almost constantly split lip. Everything in that mirror, was just another thing to hate. She furiously ripped it from the wall, and threw it to the ground, glass shards shattering the silence.
She cursed, pulling a shard gingerly from her calf, blood beading from the edge.
She stood at the edge of her balcony, testing the railing with one foot, pressing the wood with half of her weight. She cringed, as the old wood creaked loudly under the pressure. There was no way these beams would hold her weight, no matter how much she wished. She stepped back from the railing and looked around. She was on a small balcony, not much more than 4 feet long, there was a small table with 2 chairs, below the balcony were the other two. She was four floors up, the first three were unoccupied. Well, not entirely true, they held ghosts of her past. Every few months she moved farther and farther up the ten-story building. Except, now she wouldn't need to. She dragged the table to the balcony and eyeballed the distance between the top of the rail and the table top.
She nodded, the table would have to do. She stepped back again, pulling a chair in front of the table and sighed. Might as well put the damn things to use, she thought bitterly. He never used them anyways, well, besides for throwing at me. She sneered at the memories, and turned, opening the sliding glass door violently. Her rage, built up over so many years began to take it's toll. Red marks ran up both arms and one was visible on her neck. She frowned, spotting a mirror, seeing her reflection. How she hated it, the dark circles under bruised eyes, the almost constantly split lip. Everything in that mirror, was just another thing to hate. She furiously ripped it from the wall, and threw it to the ground, glass shards shattering the silence.
She cursed, pulling a shard gingerly from her calf, blood beading from the edge.
