A/N: Okay, so I've edited this book quite a lot since I last published it on here. It is no longer in first person POV and instead is in third person. I found that I liked the style a lot better than I did originally and I have also slowed down the pace of the story so a lot of the changes will not happen as quick as they once did which I hope will make this book a more enjoyable read.
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PROLOGUE.

Beneath Emma's feet, pedestrians passed as tiny as ants, barely visible amongst the mountainous city. Vehicles roared along the dusty roads that stretched for miles in every direction, unaware that a sixteen year old girl towered above it all like a bird of prey. Tears flowed freely down her pale cheeks although she had no energy left to stop them anymore. Her pulse raced echoing like a drum in her ears as she stared past her shoes at the ground so far below, her stomach dropping at the height difference between her feet and the ground. She wobbled unsteadily on her perch as the brisk, cold wind passed through whipping her cheeks raw, freezing the tears in their tracks. She had to do this. She couldn't back out now. She gasped in a sharp breath, her throat tightened as the inhaled oxygen latched in her tiny chest.

"One." She choked through her tears, the wind catching her voice and whisking away over the city, her eyes locked shut as she thought about home and everything she had left behind in her bedroom, remembering how she had tidied her entire room so that her mum wouldn't have to do it. Her mother had made a joke about it then saying that God must have replaced her daughter with one of his angels. "Two." She whispered forcing herself to reopen her grey eyes, so similar to her mother's as the image of her mum's beautiful face became visible in her mind, reminding her of the joke she'd made, her mother's grey eyes crinkled in the corners and the sound of her laughter echoing around Emma's head.

"Three." Her best friend, Kevin, was next, with his dark windswept hair. He wouldn't understand why she had done this. No one would. They all had thought she was happy, that Emma was coping with the events of the last month. It was almost enough to convince her to climb down, go home to her mother and wrap herself up in the comforts of home. But she couldn't do that. "Three." Emma repeated, staring down at the street again, it was clear for the moment.

She jumped.