Mistake was just a girl.

She lost her mother to suicide, her father to a car crash, and her sister went into Foster Care. Mistake, however, turned eighteen two months beforehand, so she's homeless now.

She never belonged. She never fit in. She was never... allowed to be herself, which made her out to be an odd fake. It tore her up inside.

Now she stands at the top of a cliff. Well, a building, but it's the corner of a roof staring down at a road of people that might just count as jagged rocks that only serve to hurt and kill. Mistake has been up here plenty of times. Plenty. But, this time is different.

This time she doesn't have the urge to jump. Just to die.

She's self-destructing as she stands there for hours. She can't see the stars from where she lives, so she can't make a metaphor out of those either. Besides, even stars die; in fact, stars are so far away that we are only seeing their light from after they have passed. All the stars are dead. All her dreams are dead.

Why isn't she dead?

Mistake hangs her ankle over the cliff. This is it. She's excited.

She tumbles. But she hears something once her body is a couple feet down.

It's someone calling her, "LUCINDA!"