Itâs so easy.
Itâs the only way.
â
Another voice breaks through.
âLily!â
Alice stands behind me, her arms outstretched. Behind her, Dad and Micah.
I take them all in. Dadâs face is twisted, his hands clasped together. Micah looks like heâs using all his energy to not run toward me.
âCome back,â Alice says. The white bandage wrapping her head tortures me.
âDo you hate me?â I ask.
âOf course not. We love you.â She inches closer to me. âCome home with us.â
I shake my head, trying not to look down, where the white frothy tips crash in the darkness.
âIt was your idea,â I say. âTo fly.â
âNot like this, Lily. I didnât mean like this.â
âNo, you were right. Iâll be free.â
Itâs the only way out.
âItâs too much. Too much to carry alone,â I say. âToo much to put on the people you love.â
She takes a step toward me. I move to the edge of the cliff. The roar of the water crescendos, pulsing in my head.
âListen to me,â Alice yells, straining to be heard over the waves and the wind. âI know what youâre thinking. Iâve been there. You canât see one step ahead of you right now. But this isnât the answer.â
âThen what is, Alice? What the answer? Because nobody seems to know.â
A massive wave slams into the cliff, spraying us both. Salty water drips into my mouth as Aliceâs eyes dart back and forth from me to the edge.
âI donât know. But I know youâll never find it if you leave now. So stay, and weâll figure it out together.â She moves another step closer to me. âTake my hand.â
âYou wonât even take your medicine!â I yell, tears flowing down my cheeks now. The wind whisks them into nothing. Drowns them in the sea.
âI will.â Her hand is still out in the space between us, the pink slashes marring her arm. âIâll find the right meds and youâll get help, and weâll be brave, together.â
âI being brave.â
âNo. No.â She shakes her head. âStay.
brave.â
The voices from the ocean are screaming now.
because of you disgusting failure waste of space.
I feel myself slipping out of my body. As Alice creeps close, IÂ go, bit by bit by bit.
Until Iâm above me, watching as I teeter on the edge.
I see Alice reaching for me.
Iâm six again. Aliceâs hands guide me through the water.
They buoy me up.
Her hands throw open the sheets as she helps me make friends with monsters.
Part of me wants to reach out to her again. Let her pull me away from the edge.
Because I donât want to go, not reallyâI just want it to stop. All of itâthe monsters, the guilt, the never enough.
Itâs the only way.
Iâm floating away. I feel myself going going goiâ
âLily!â
Dadâs running toward me, his face contorted. His arms wide, a visceral, guttural cry erupting from his throat.
Iâm little, choking up water on the beach. Dad makes that same noise from deep within his chest. He rocks me, rocks me, rocks me in the space reserved just for me.
His arms hug me so tight, I canât breathe.
His arms carry Alice down the stairs.
Mom doesnât come home from the hospital. I donât understand. Moms donât leave. Alice and I hold hands under the covers. Dad folds us in his arms.
he says.
âLily!â he screams again.
My dadâs cry hangs in the air, louder than all the waves.
Louder than the monsters.
His voice brings me back into my body, and I feel the wind and the tears and the And I want him to tuck me into his arms, chase the monsters away. Tell me everything will be okay.
Even if he doesnât know how.
Because even when he didnât have the answers, he was there.
He stayed.
And I want to stay, too.
My knees begin to buckle. I grab Aliceâs hand before I fall.
But I donât hit the ground. Strong arms catch me. My head fits perfectly into my spot.
âDad?â
âIâm here, baby. Iâm here.â
âDaddy,â I whisper.
Cracks splinter through the ice behind my ribs. The words, buried for so long, burst out, sending aching waves ripping through me as I let them fly free.
âI need help.â