Death. Here it was before her, looking her in the eye and all she could do was greet the icy cold fingers of death, with open arms. Alicia's feet shuffled closer to the edge of the steep cliffs, small gravel being pushed off the edge, falling to their deaths. Soon she will accompany them. Her flaming hair flowed behind her, as if it wanted to escape her before she left this world.
Her swirling blue eyes dashed back and forth, from the dagger shaped cliffs to the beating fists of the waves. It was painful to see her beautiful, sapphire eyes fill up with tears. "I can't do it anymore." Her voice cracked, the tears spilled as if trying to smooth away the pain she had felt for so long. "I can't take the abuse anymore, the screaming, and hatred. The pain." Alicia led a difficult life, an abusive father who would strike her mother every night and when she left, he struck her. Every night.
She spun around at the dusty path behind her, she waited. She knew what she wanted to happen, a knight in gleaming armour to save her. But no horse trotted up the gravely path. She gave a last helpless laugh, a last helpless plea.
For her it wasn’t committing suicide, it was an escape from life which needed escaping. That’s what she told herself, to the last rock she was bashed against, to the last wave that came over her. Here it was. Death.
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