Destined for Doom

INTRO

I'm better now but I can feel myself slipping. It won't be long now. The only edge I've been clinging on to has been Nyx but, I'm slipping.

I can see darkness below me but soon I won't be able to see even that. I can't understand why, why is this happening now? In the

beginning my hold was firm but it just slide, and plummeted- dropping to the brink of the entirely too huge ledge. I used to be alive- now

I'm just barely living. My eyes shut tight, so that I can't see but it doesn't matter because I can still feel myself quivering and shaking.

This force that is working so hard to override my grip, it all started out as a small rift but it's grown so that I couldn't see past it and now

my fingers are clasped so tightly to the edge of it that they've blanched a sickeningly white paste color.

My lungs gasp in air working to build up one short soft scream, because I owe myself that, but I just can't do it. It won't fit around the

lump that's formed in my throat. Still I try because if I don't deserve this then I've gone through all of this guilt and anguish for nothing.

Even if I don't deserve this then they deserve an explanation. Only seconds pass as I consider this path and even in those few short

seconds I'm utterly aware that my grasp is slipping. I know that I've already lost, because even though I'm still hanging on an end is

inevitable.

The time that had pasted used to seem inconsequential, now I see that those events were the most vital. I can also see those events, the

ones which caused me to inch down the now truly mountainous cliff side. I have to find a handhold, but all there is to find is a slick, steep

drop down into the midnight black darkness. Now's when I wish I had left something behind but I also know that even though I wish that

now I was too possessive and selfish to leave anything even something for the person who stood by me ,no matter what. All I had ever

cared about was myself and I had known that it would never change. I cared about how things affected me and then I blew off everything

else.

I may have been selfish but most of all I was immature and that was what hurt the people closest to me. None of it mattered anymore and

that was what hurt me. I could never take any of it back. I was getting more and more afraid with each passing thought and each slip of

my hand as I went closer to my sure doom. And then I fell.