A happy thought: they’re all alive and no one has been hurt and everyone is okay and they all love me again. Fly, fly, and fly.
Climb and climb, up the railing. Close your eyes and spread your arms broad.
Think a happy thought, it’s all okay again, all back to normal, it never happened.
Now take a step, and fly, not jump; fly.
An odd sound echoes through the centre and- it catches my attention because it seems to be moving at an incredibly quick rate; faster than anyone could run, not a screaming but more a sort of outlet of sound, of voice.
The dark figure drops past my eye level and the bone-crunching sound of their landing breaks through my entire being and leaves me shaking- eyes wide open.
A crowd of people are gathering around the edge of the level in the centre, the shop is significantly empty, as nearly everyone seems to be drawn to the rest of the crowd. There are shouts and screams and cries, the atmosphere of panic creeping in on me, emanating from the crowd. ‘She’s dead’ I hear yelled out.
I’m on the bottom floor, I saw her by the escalators not too long ago, she couldn’t have gotten too far. I search around the shops, making my way to the centre and-wait. What the hell is going on? There’s a crowd of people, as though the entire population of the shopping centre have banded together in this one place and…oh god, a body…blood….
That can’t be her blue silk scarf…
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