***Disclaimer: Okay this is where the M rating comes in. I don't mean to offend or trigger anyone, I just wanted to write a story so read at your own discretion. Warning: swear words ahoy! I had numerous internal battles on whether I should post this, but for the sake of art...

They don't know me, nobody knows me. They only know fractured images. Glances. Nothing more.

I'm Haley, I'm Star, I'm Candice, Jane, I'm fucking everything.

But. I. Will. Never. Be. HER.

I will never be Harriet. Not again. Harriet died seven years ago in that house. When her foster father decided to pay her a visit in the middle of the night as her foster mother guarded the door, and her foster brother waited patiently for his turn.

It ended that night. She cut out everybody she knew. Even the one she loved. Haley laughed so bitterly it stung her throat.

Of all her seventeen years of life she only had one person she truly loved. And even he didn't stand a chance. She left him behind like everyone else. Just another painful scar that reminded her of her past. Of Harriet.

No, I'm Haley. I'm FUCKING Haley!

I'm almost eighteen and once Mrs Greene stops collecting her checks from the government, I'll be out on the streets. There's nothing left.

I'm drowning in it. Nobody can save me. Nobody cared to try.

She knew it. She knew it all along.

She pulled out her phone and dialed the only number she thought would pick up. Kate. She needed her to pick up before she did something stupid.

She sat at the ledge of the building, her legs dangling precariously over the edge as the phone rang. Waiting.

Pick up, pick up, pick up.

Ring-ring, ring-ring, ring.

I'm sorry your call could not be connected. Please leave a message after the-

Of course. Haley hung up; life had played a cruel joke on her since birth, why did she think today would be any different?

She stood on the edge; the world looked so small up here. The air fresh. It made her giddy. Filled her with thoughts. Dark thoughts. Thoughts she could never escape whether she was Jane or Candice. Star or Amethyst.

She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

And for the briefest moments she once again wondered what it was like to fly...

The breath cleared her mind as she stepped off into the... unknown.

She knew what type of stain her life left on the world, but what type of stain would her corpse leave on the sidewalk?

[A/N] This originally this was going to be the emphatic -end, but for the sake of closure there's one last part after this. So if you feel inclined, comment, vote, tell me what you think. If you saw it coming. Don't lie, I bet you did. Imagine if she had waited five mins, it would've been OK. But that's life, you don't always get saved.