• I am a daredevil. An adrenaline junky. A risk taker. What ever you want to call it, it is the reason I am standing on the roof of a fifteen story building looking over the ledge. I sat and let my feet hang over the edge, I leaned forward looking down. My stomach twisted. I was loosing my nerve. I closed my eyes. I couldn't do this. I'd done some risky things before, but nothing to this extent. I wanted a rush, not death! But death wanted me. I started to get up. I started to walk away, but there was suddenly a dark figure before me pushing me back. It wore long dark flowing robes trimmed with glittering red. I hadn't heard it come through the door, but it was there. It's face was hidden but it had long dark crimson hair that hung from it's hood to the ground. She wasn't going to let me walk away. I stepped back in fear. Her sudden fierce hiss pushed me back further. The fear took me over, I turned to run and my shoes couldn't find purchase as I looked at the rock hard pavement below me. I fell. I didn't scream, I was calm. The chilled morning air rushed past my face, my hair. I was flying. I knew I was about to end. As the black ground neared me I took a deep breath. I closed my eyes, and woke up.