Falling. My body stiffens as gravity pulls me down towards it. No one will be there to catch me but it doesn’t stop me from hoping. I look the world in the face as I hit the ground. At that moment, the world’s eyes stare at me with sympathy. Yet I don’t feel anything. My mind is blank; the ones who I thought would be there couldn’t show there sick faces. As my body lay, time stops and my heart grows with hate and despair. If I cry they will think I am weak. They will see me not as the broken but as the strongest because I will never shed a tear again. Those who pity me will feel fear me and I will triumph over them. I am numb to them but, I will not go quietly again because I am The Fallen and The Fallen shall rise again.