Fall Into My Arms

(Harry Styles Fanfiction) Pipers sisters death sets her over the edge literally. When piper wants to take her own life away to be with her older sister Alice in heaven she goes to the building. The building that started it all. That ended Alice's life. And will soon end Pipers. But Pipers planed does go according to key. When she takes her last breath and dives. She doesn't hit the cold ground. Something or someone saved her.


1. Chapter 1

Dear Alice,
My friend said this would be good for me. Like this was somehow talking to you in some way. Somehow I could say goodbye. That writing this goddamn letter would help let you go. I don't know if he's right. I don't know if he's wrong. But as I have nothing left to do in this pathetic life, I may as well give it a go. 

You've been gone now for a month. Two months maybe. It could been a year for all I know. And I know nothing. 

It's been rough, Alice. I always find myself sitting on the roof, looking down at the street that took your life away from you. I always balance on one foot, dangling unnaturally close to the edge so if a gust of wind comes I might just fall onto the road below and lose my life. But the wind beer comes. Its as if you're up in heaven, begging the gods not to let me fall. It's like you want me here. 

But I don't want me here. 

I still can't wrap my head around the fact that you're gone. You're gone. The words don't seem to make sense to me. So many people have come up to me, with grief stricken terms of endearment. I always stare back at them. Confused at what they're talking about. You're fine? I always think. Why are they crying? But then I realize they too, like everyone, loved you dearly. You had that effect on people you know. 

I remember just a few days after it happened, this crazy old lady came up to me. She said how "sorry" she was. I snapped. I broke down in that random old ladies arms. How could she be sorry? She didn't do anything at all. It was my fault. I should have caught you. But then I get angry at you. Even though wish I didn't. 

Why did you lean over the edge, Alice? You leant too far. And I didn't catch you. I hate blaming you. So I blame myself. People keep telling me it's not my fault. But it is. I know it is. 

Some strangers came up to me, saying that it was suicide. My friend ended up having to drag me away from screaming at a thirteen year old that not even you with you would take your own life away. 

Of course it wasn't suicide. You weren't the happiest, most loving person I knew. But You were perfect. You didn't take your own life away and if people said you did, I would make sure it was clear to them you were too good of a person to do that. 

For some reason, I feel that's what hurts the most. You died in the most un-deliberate way possible. It was a mistake. I remember the moment so clearly, you laughing as you ran across the beam of the building, one misplaced step and you fell. 

You didn't even scream. Maybe you did. I just didn't hear it. I couldn't hear anything. Everything went slow as you fell and I was jolted to the spot. My knees gave away and everything went black. 

I'm not sure how it happened, but I woke up in a hospital few hours later. The doctors refusing to tell me what happened. It didn't take me long to figure out what had happened. 

It just feels like you're on this road trip and you're not coming back. It like I want to find the fastest car I can, just so I can race after you, making sure you didn't slip through my fingers like icey sheets of water. 

I feel tired Alice. Not because I haven't sleep or ate. Just because I'm tired. There's this hole in my chest, where my heart is supposed to be. I think you took it to heaven with you. I think you're just waiting for me to join you. But knowing you, you'd want me to have a long life. A family. Everything you wanted, you've would want me to have.

But I don't.

Everything is silent. Cold. All I can hear is this voice beckoning from up above. People would say I'm crazy. They would say, "she's not talking to you okay? You can't hear people from heaven."

The thing is its not beckoning. It's me. 

The voice isn't coming from heaven. It's coming from the roof. 

I'm going to come join you. 

 You're my family and my life and my sister, and I know I'm not the one for clichés, but you're perfect. You're perfect to me and no one will ever fill the hole that you occupied as my sister. 

I can't live without you, Alice I feel so bad for leaving everyone behind. I love everyone. Everyone from Dublin Street, my friends, my family. But above them I love you. And I'm not going to live without you. 

Which brings me here, the roof. 

I can see some people looking up at me, so I better finish this quick before someone actually realizes I'm going to jump. 

I'm going to fold this up into a paper airplane and throw it as I jump. Them maybe you could catch it from heaven and read it while I make my way up. 

My feet are cold now. They're just swung over the edge. Dangling. 

So finally, I didn't say goodbye when you left. So I will say it now. Goodbye Alice. But I guess I don't need to, since ill be seeing you in a minute. 

 I left little notes here and there for the family, just so they know I love them. 

I'm feeling a little dizzy now and my eyes are but blurred. It's like my body knows what's going to happen to it as it hits the unforgivable ground. 

I'm scared. I'm scared of the pain. I'm scared of what I'm leaving behind. I'm really scared Alice. Usually when I'm scared we have a girls night. Not now. Now I'm scared and the only thing that will help is I end it now. Quick. 

My whole body is shacking and my words are getting messier as I write the last words I'll ever write. I'm sorry. I'm going to take my last breath and fold this letter up.

See you soon, Alice. 

Love, your sister, Piper 

    I threw the paper, and took my last breath. And jumped, but I felt strong arms help me stay alive before i could touch the ground.


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