Happy Thinking

Happy Thinking

The girl stood before the rocky sea, wondering whether, after she'd
come all this way, she should jump.
"How did it ever come to this?" she asked quietly, as the sea crashed
against the rocks, spewing white foam over the grey sea. The wind blew
her jet black hair behind her, then in front, then every which-way, as
it changed direction. She shivered as she felt a chill. Maybe it was to
get back at her mother. The girl knew what it would do to her mothers
precious social status, the status which was more important than she
was, if her daughter killed herself.
She thought back to the good days, the days when she had been happy.
Sighing, she sat down, her legs dangling over the cliff face, scraping
against the harsh rocks. The blood trickled down the rocks, but the
girl felt no pain; she was numb- mentally and physically. The girl
peered over the edge, and immediately wished she hadn't. A wave of
nausea swept over her, as vague memories of never being good with
heights momentarily filled her mind, although it could just have been
the situation she was in now that was sickening. The rain started to
fall, unsurprisingly, as it had threatened to do so all day.
She sat bolt upright as footsteps were carried on the wind towards
her. Thinking it was just her imagination; the girl slumped again and
returned to her thoughts: Did she want anyone to come? Was she
expecting it?
"Darling! No, wait! Stop! Don't jump- it's not worth it!" The girls
sat up again as she heard her mother's voice, the words cutting through
her, like a knife through butter.
"Why don't you just leave me alone? Don't you think you've already
done enough?"
"I NEVER had any part in what happened," her mother replied
sternly.
"Oh no?" The girl struggled up. "What about us moving here in the
first place? When you?I mean?Oh what's the point? You'll only think of
some excuse. Everyone always believes you." She looked over her
mother's shoulders and saw her family had also come to try and 'rescue'
her. She saw her dog on a lead, which was being held on by her father.
As his tongue hung out of his mouth, he panted happily and wagged his
tail, her anger left her, and a warm glow replaced it. He was always at
the centre of her happy thoughts, always there. A moment later she
looked back towards her father and brothers, standing over by the
bench, shivering, not wanting to be there; not caring enough.
"Love, why don't you just come away from the cliff edge? Let's talk
about this?" the mother was interrupted.
"You mean rather than arguing?" the daughter asked sourly.
"Yes," her mother replied, ignoring the tone of voice. "We can sort
this out. I'm sure everything will be fine. It's not worth taking your
life over. Is that really the way you want to go? Your body crumpling
and breaking, as you're tossed around by the sea?"
Her mother's words made the girl realise what her actions would have
meant. She shivered as images of a fragile body falling, before
bouncing off the rock and into the sea came to mind.
"Alright, I'll come." Her mother proceeded towards her, attempting to
give her a hug. "Don't touch me!" snapped the girl, stepping back
towards the cliff edge.
"Fine. Come on then."
The mother led the way, and when the girl thought she was at an
acceptable distance from her, she began to follow.
The dog ran towards her barking.
Startled, because her mother never warned her(maybe she wanted her
daughter dead really, to be relieved of the burden), the girl jumps
backwards and, failing to find her footing, slips on the wet, rain
covered rocks.
The girl falls over the edge.
Falling.
Falling.
Down.
Down.
A ringing fills her ears, and she realises it is her screams.
The friends and family look on as the girl's body bounces off the
cliff face, before being tossed and turned, broken and bruised, by the
churning of the rocky sea.