Interlude: The prize at the end of the rope.
[This entry's soundtrack: All My Life]
Eighteen hours ago he was pacing his room after having been confined to quarters after the accident, confined until a full investigation could be completed.
The sickening snap echos in his thoughts.
Twelve hours ago he tried reading some Shakespeare but couldn't focus, "to be or not to be" was too close to home.
All he can see is the look on the MPs face as he broke her arm.
Six hours ago he tried studying Aviation to turn his lie to his Mom into a truth but altitudes and wind sheer didn't seem to matter.
Mr. Grimm, I need you to step away from the ledge.
Four hours ago he knocked over one of his cement chairs in a brief explosion of temper and rediscovered the cavity he had carved in it's base and the stash of things he had palmed, things which he had hoped would be able to pierce his skin.
Her pale, pained face swims in his mind's eye.
Thirty minutes ago he laid out all the items in his stash and sat looking at them; a titanium alloy spike, a hand grenade, a bottle of pills. He rejects the pills cause if he can breath acid what the hell kind of damage can drugs do?
Step away from the ledge...
Now he's staring at the broken spike which had shattered after only five minutes of him trying to shove it into his wrist. How is he going to explain this?
Eighteen hours ago he was pacing his room after having been confined to quarters after the accident, confined until a full investigation could be completed.
The sickening snap echos in his thoughts.
Twelve hours ago he tried reading some Shakespeare but couldn't focus, "to be or not to be" was too close to home.
All he can see is the look on the MPs face as he broke her arm.
Six hours ago he tried studying Aviation to turn his lie to his Mom into a truth but altitudes and wind sheer didn't seem to matter.
Mr. Grimm, I need you to step away from the ledge.
Four hours ago he knocked over one of his cement chairs in a brief explosion of temper and rediscovered the cavity he had carved in it's base and the stash of things he had palmed, things which he had hoped would be able to pierce his skin.
Her pale, pained face swims in his mind's eye.
Thirty minutes ago he laid out all the items in his stash and sat looking at them; a titanium alloy spike, a hand grenade, a bottle of pills. He rejects the pills cause if he can breath acid what the hell kind of damage can drugs do?
Step away from the ledge...
Now he's staring at the broken spike which had shattered after only five minutes of him trying to shove it into his wrist. How is he going to explain this?