Okay, so I got this sudden story idea. I immediatly ran to the computer and quickly typed out a 700 word part of it. It's kind of near the beginning but a lot happened before it. It's from the main girls p.o.v and she's being forced to fake her own death because of something. I'd love opinions, friendly critism, and ideas!

I knew by doing this that I would hurt a lot of people. I knew that I could easily just tell my parents everything but when the one’s you cared about the most were threatened, the logical answers became illogical. I was driven by a force that wanted to protect them so compellingly that giving up my own life seemed small compared to what would happen if I stayed. And so, as I stood atop the large structured building with the knife in my trembling hands he approached me from behind.

I could feel the intensity of his eyes boring into my back, the way he watched me with a pity that seemed to stab right through me like the very knife I was holding. I tilted my head in his direction but didn’t look directly at him. I couldn’t. I couldn’t look into his eyes for fear that I would falter in my plan to protect my family.

“How can you pity me when I’ll still have more than you when this is over?” I didn’t mean for the comment to be harsh and I could tell he understood. It wasn’t something I saw because I was still looking in another direction, but it was something I could feel. I had never felt anything this close to loneliness before and I knew that this was what he felt each and every day.

“I don’t pity what is about to happen,” he calmly spoke. I didn’t know how he was able to control himself in every situation I had seen him in. My voice was trembling like a small ripple in a pond. “I only pity what it will be like after this. You can never go back.”

The knife in my hand shook as I saw my reflection gleaming on its sharp blade. How could my own reflection seem so alien? I placed the sharp part of the blade against my palm and ran it across slowly. The beads of blood balled up on the surface of my skin as the pain seared through it like fire. I didn’t stop, though. I kept going until there was a gash across my entire palm and then smeared the blade in the blood.

Once the entire blade was covered in a thick layer of my own pain, both physically and mentally, I stared at the crimson blood still pouring from my wound. I could hear Landen’s footsteps approaching me until his hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. He looked at the wound for a split second and then raised his hand over it.

It was almost as if it pulsed for a moment before a vague light seemed to protrude from his hand and onto my palm. I watched as the wound knitted itself back together like a fast forward surgery session and then only blood was left to verify that I had been injured at all. “You will learn to do this too,” he said as I stared at his hand. “You will learn to do a lot of things because it is your destiny.”

“I’m not even sure if I believe in destiny,” I whispered. I watched the blood harden and cake onto the knife. This little thing would be what would convince my parents of my death. It would be inconceivable to them at first, I knew. They would not give up on me until this was found along with a few items of my clothing that I would leave. “How can something like that exist? How am I supposed to be this person that is prophesied to help you win this war? Look at me!” My eyes stung from the mixture of cold air and tears as I finally turned around to look at him. “Look at me,” I whispered more helplessly this time.

And he did. He looked at me full on with burning blue eyes that gave me a glimpse of his life. “I’ll take care of the rest,” he said as he reached for the knife.

I moved it out of his reach. “No, I will,” and with that, I held the knife over the side of the building and let it drop towards the dark empty streets below, into the abyss of darkness.