The Edge (a shorter version)

Faye is on a bridge. She's always contemplated what the meaning of life is but it is only in the last month she's understood that it's not too easy. Her best friend was Imodgen but now? Now she doesn't know. What she does know is that what happens next could be the most important or last decision of her life. ~SHORTER VERSION OF THE VERY EDGE~


3. 2nd Term - 2010


It was the usual beatings when she came along. I just let it happen to me. I no longer had the strength to fight back and I couldn’t avoid it. Normally, if you give into them, they aren’t as strong punches and the pain doesn’t last as long. I can remember it vividly.

We were 2 terms into the year and the girls were in year 9. I could hear them giggling in the bushes and my stomach ached as if they’d already began. My head screamed to run and my chestnut eyes let one tear escape from it’s clasp.

SHHHH!! She’s here!

I looked down at the littered path and my attention was drew to the marks around my wrists.

The crescent one was where I hit myself on the table and the deep red one is from my Technology class. The hand mark was me hiding the other scars from Mr Baron. To be honest I wanted to believe them lies myself but it’s hard to forget where they really came from.

Crescent: Second day – Klara ‘chicken scratched’ my arm

Deep Red: Last November – Sophie’s nails ripped into my skin

Hand mark: Last week – Klara told me I couldn’t tell anyone about what they were doing.

The punches were starting to slow when she got there. My blazed hair was a ball of fire and they were the water to come and put me out. I was choking on my own sick! No wonder I’m standing here on this bridge.

“What’s your problem, Klara!?” The resilient voice escalated from behind me. I was petrified and drained. “You can’t go round just whacking every other person you see!” she shouted, but, somehow, she was still keeping a steady tone.

“Come on Soph,” Klara complained. Was she backing down? But how? This was Klara! “Don’t think we’ve finished with you, Faye!” She tormented but her the echo’s trailed away until she was gone.

“Faye, right?” I looked up in desperation of help. “I’m Imogen. Let’s get you cleaned off then, shall we?” She sounded so safe and secure. I’d finally got a friend in this God damned place. I hoped…

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