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[emiliacatherinemcnally]

I lingered where I stood, not shifting a muscle in fear my choice would be torn from me at a mere misstep. It was ironic, I’d already made my choice the moment I hadn’t come home. I take a sobering breath before exhaling, one foot stepping off before the other followed suit. The intensity of the drop enveloped me alongside the wind until the water took its place. The sound not a particularly loud one, but it was certainly out of place for the otherwise quiet lands.

@james-mackenzie-fraser

My father, however absentee he was had always kept my dear mother in line, somewhat. It was unfortunate, his passing. The course of events had lingered in my mind. Her unfathomable loathing for me being at the forefront of my mind as the cool night breeze swept past me.

It felt pleasant along the exposed skin of my forearms that were littered with bruises and scratches. I hadn’t bothered to survey the rest of the damage, though the manner in which my body had protested as the movement it had taken to hoist myself up here in the first place served as enough of an inclination. It was almost amusing as I stood along the man made stone bannister, I’d never had the steadiest balance, but at this moment, God or the universe or some force had led me to perfect stillness.

My stepfather had certainly played on my mother’s already-present disdain for me, it was as good entertainment as any. He preferred to watch whilst she beat me, though he always took her place when he felt she would mar me irrevocably, what use would I be then? I’d made up my mind upon hearing of my arrangement.

I could feel the spaces between the stones against my feet from beneath the soles of my shoes, I could imagine that feeling disappearing when I would step off and the breeze would overtake me before the water would eventually take dominion. The wind was steady, almost urging me along, the navy of my skirts moving forward with it.

[emiliacatherinemcnally]

@james-mackenzie-fraser

My father, however absentee he was had always kept my dear mother in line, somewhat. It was unfortunate, his passing. The course of events had lingered in my mind. Her unfathomable loathing for me being at the forefront of my mind as the cool night breeze swept past me.

It felt pleasant along the exposed skin of my forearms that were littered with bruises and scratches. I hadn’t bothered to survey the rest of the damage, though the manner in which my body had protested as the movement it had taken to hoist myself up here in the first place served as enough of an inclination. It was almost amusing as I stood along the man made stone bannister, I’d never had the steadiest balance, but at this moment, God or the universe or some force had led me to perfect stillness.

My stepfather had certainly played on my mother’s already-present disdain for me, it was as good entertainment as any. He preferred to watch whilst she beat me, though he always took her place when he felt she would mar me irrevocably, what use would I be then? I’d made up my mind upon hearing of my arrangement.

I could feel the spaces between the stones against my feet from beneath the soles of my shoes, I could imagine that feeling disappearing when I would step off and the breeze would overtake me before the water would eventually take dominion. The wind was steady, almost urging me along, the navy of my skirts moving forward with it.