On the Edge
The scissors snapped shut. Inches of black hair fell to the floor, and landed messily on the floor in a heap. I cut again.
And again, until all the hair on my head grew no longer than the tops of my ears.
I stared at myself in the smudged mirror.
“Hello?” My voice, raspy
“Hey! You coming tonight?” She asked me.
“What! Why not!?”
I picked up my phone and dropped it in the toilet.
I looked back in the mirror.
“Nelly!” She called, “Where you going?”
I broke into a run, wind whistling past my ears, and rain violently pouring down.
“Danielle Lisa Murray!” She screamed my full name after calling me twice. I didn’t look back.
Every so often, I heard Elise yell my name, but I ignored her.
Everything was falling apart.
Momentarily, I wondered If I would survive such a fall.
I heard Elise’s voice.
“Excuse me, Excuse me,” She said, I assumed she was moving through the crowd. I didn’t look back. “DANIELLE!” She called. “What are you doing?”
Tears filled my eyes.
My steps faltered and I almost fell into the water. The crowd all gasped in unison.
I heard someone call 911.
I wanted to ocean to take me, to rush over me and block out the rest of the world.