The Cliff…

The SP House

Chapter 1: Paradise Lost

Looking out into the horizon, the sun slowly disappeared, it’s warm embrace being replaced by the cool, quiet moon. The sky, once blue and vast, changed to orange, red and purple and then to black, then allowing the stars to shine through. Looking down, she saw the foggy depths of the abyss, but the familiar sound of waves crashing could be heard. Down there, one could fall and die after splattering among jagged rocks, or even survive and end up in the water, just to wash up on shore and try to get back home tired and groggy. And disappointed…

Those rocks were speckled in blood from multiple attempts to off themselves. Most of them were never seen again. Most though, they made it out alive and swam back to the grand house, even though it was a mansion, it was called the SP House. Built from the sweat and blood of many suicidal and depressed people. They would live in the tents, work on the large building, and commit to this monotonous  cycle.

After it’s completion, many different rooms were set up. Vast rooms set up for everything they needed. Bedrooms, lounges, a kitchen, an indoor gym even. Outside a pool was set up if one didn’t want to go to the beach nearby. People set up rooms for socializing, with TV’s to let them watch and listen to music if they’d like. In the gym, it was more exercise than conversing, but everyone was welcome anywhere.

She stood there, eying the beautiful full moon, and all the stars that kept it from ever being lonely. Her name, she believed, was insignificant and resorted to naming herself Nobody. She stood there cold, wishing she could feel a warm embrace back home, but she wasn’t feeling very social all the same. Her phone buzzed with questions of asking her about her emotional and mental status, but she ignored them. The foggy depths were a mystery to her and she worried about her possible consequence of doing so, but she thought enough, she was ready to jump…

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Walking along the shore, he spotted the moon, so lonely and beautiful. As he watched it, he spotted a lone figure atop the cliff, looking as if it were getting ready to jump! Running, he made his way to the path leading up to the cliff’s edge.

Sending a message on his phone to friends in the SP House, he told them to do a head count and to find Sally. As soon as the message was sent, he ascended from the darkness in the foliage and made his way to the summit. Along the way, the sights of the past he had were there as he went up.

A common tradition for the SPers of the SP House was to leave valuables that were from there past onto that path, to help deter bad thoughts of suicide and to remember the things you have done that were meaningful. As he went up, he saw old baby pictures of himself, an old blanket he barely remembered, love letters to a girl, a stuffed dog named Buddy and other valuables. As he went up, his psyche was drained and the memories stressed him out and he began having trouble keeping his composure.

He ascended quickly, and began slowing, at one point his back began to ache and his limbs gave way keeping him at a steady crawl on hands and knees. His muscles burned as he attempted to climb up and the memories burned into him as he saw things of his past that hurt him. Tears in his eyes, he slowly moved to the top. As he touched the summit, he saw a black-hair covered head disappear over the cliff. Running to the edge he looked down and saw nothing, he couldn’t hear thanks to the roaring waves. Walking back home, tired and sad, he turned off his phone and silently made his way to his home…

Leisurely moving through the foliage, he tripped along roots and scrapped against branches and leaves and his arms cut up by it, but it barely reached his mind. He was physically and emotionally drained, he felt a numbness run through him, so strong these scrapes and cuts were not felt. His emotional pain was gone, and if he felt it, then he would be ripping his eyes out. This girl, he developed strong feelings for, and she left him alone in this place. He felt more buzzing coming from his phone and he read the first two words on it, so familiar and saddening… “I’m sorry…”

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Chapter 2: Assumptions, lies, and theories…

Sitting alone in the gym, in the very corner where the lights never reached, he stayed there writing and thinking. This gym, normally quiets an a library, with few people whispering to one another was rowdy and obnoxious, speaking of the most ridiculous things. People spoke up about a holiday where no one wore a specific article of clothing, ideas on how to organize who sleeps where as more people were coming in after successfully leaving their old lives behind them.

Occasionally, his ears perked up after hearing her familiar name, but it was just stupid ideas about her actually running away or faking her own death and leaving the notes behind in an elaborate conspiracy. These were often accompanied by brief moments of silence and no one arguing against that theory. He misheard something about a girl possibly faking her own life story and pretending to be a person with cancer just for the sexual satisfaction. Quickly dismissing it, he got up and left out of sheer loneliness.

Making his way to another room, it had a big white “f” on the front door. Opening the door, it was blue and white all around. Papers on the wall allowed people to write on it and others to make comments on the written things. This was helpful when people looked for something to do, as jobs were available there, but many people thought it to be a place for people lacking attention to get some.

Sitting, and practically living in the room was a somewhat familiar creature sitting and typing away. A man, not even worthy of such a title, sat with the word “immortal” sprawled across his back. “I heard another retard jumped. Good riddance.” He spat at Nate. ” Well you’re still here, so I deem that statement false.” Glaring angrily at the “man”, he watched as the man resumed his typing after an angry sigh. ‘It’s a good thing, though that she did. All she did was take up space.” Nate responded with a fake smile,” we’re still talking about you right?”

Standing up, not typing he looked back,” Now how would you like it if I wrote in her handwriting and told everyone they are idiots and they should follow her because she’s dead?” Silence, then he resumed.” Good, now that I have your atten…” Whack! Falling to the floor with blood coming out his mouth, crimson stains left on his monitor, he stumbled into the floor. ” HOW DARE YOU SMACK ME YOU INSOLENT PEST!!!” SLAM!!! Nate stormed out of the room angrily.

Taking a nap in his own bed, he closed his eyes, wishing it was for good…

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Soon awakening, he got up and saw a note he didn’t notice that night. It was from Nobody, an anonymous message, but he knew it was Sally. reading it over, he felt a sharp pang in his heart and then felt it turn black. Moving to the gym, he could hear the rowdiness hadn’t died down.

People spoke and yelled hr name, many of them angry shouts. Some accused her of hiding in the foliage, without any evidence of their accusations. They had no noose either to string her up if she were lying either. Notes on the wall of the gym, speckled in crimson from the “man”, written nearly perfectly identical to hers spoke harsh words to the people.

He cleared his throat and then spoke out to the roaring crowd.” SHUT UP! The sadistic bastard with immortal on his back wrote these.” People spoke out and accused him of lying. Assumptions and theories with no clear evidence were being spat back at him, most not making a hint of sense. ” Look at the context, it’s a forgery. People do that when they want to lie, or cause trouble!” yelling continued soon after and more ludacris statements involving aliens, unicorns, and cancer began to spew out of this social deathtrap.

He left the room, the sounds of yelling made their way to the dining room where he ate soup in silence. The solids in the food plopped into the water and floated back to the sides, and none of the piece hit the other solids. Reminded him of the cliff for some reason…