As I sat at the edge. My feet hanging over the rooftop. Tears stained my cheeks, remembering the horrid names I was called, all the beatings I took today, yesterday, and for the ongoing months. I slowly pulled up my sleeves with my shaky arm and grabbed the thin razor blade. Hovering it above my arm, above the scars from before. As I placed the razor on my torn skin...A hand grabbed mine. Looking up I saw a boy, flying in front of me. Holding my arm. "Don't do this" He spoke his voice soft and warm. "Come with me" He said helping me stand. The razor dropping to 12 stories below. "You can fly you just have to believe" He smiled. I shook my head no. "You can, trust me" he spoke. I believed him, I believed in myself. My feet left the ground as I jumped. For the first time in a long time, I smiledThe boy held my hand as we began to fly away to Neverland. Above the city that never truly loved me. Above my body at the bottom of the building.

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