I shuddered at the whipping of the night breeze. I rubbed my arms, already feeling the goosebumps beginning to form. The sound of the door opened, revealing a boy who’d obviously been drunk. His sloppy movements matched his red face. “Disgusting.” I muttered turning away from him as if he hadn’t been there.

“The sky sure is beautiful.” He slurred. “Look I’m floating.” This time my head snapped towards him. He’d been standing on the ledge, arms spread like a bird. I sighed in relief, only for that relief to be washed away as he stuck his leg. He began to waver like a spinning top that had slowed down. In seconds I watched him fall from hundreds of feet in the air into a car. The sound of the broken glass could be heard, along with multiple screams. Which none, strangely enough had been his.

A/N Just a little snippet of the start. The rest should be up by tonight or maybe sooner.