Not beyond the bounds of possibility...

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Psyche stood upon the edge of the roof. Rain poured off her. Her soaking wet hair flopped all over her face as lighting flashed across the sky. Thunder crashed around her, and Psyche looked down over the edge. It was a long way down. Psyche looked up at the darknened sky. Clouds covered the moon, and the stars, deep, dark clouds that obliterated all heavenly light. There was just enough light to see by, flowing out from the open door in the middle of the roof. Psyche shivered as lightning flashed over head once more, coinciding perfectly with the thunder. The storm was surrounding her.

Psyche...pleaded Prisca, within Psyche's own head, Please. Can't we just talk about this? Let's just go inside and stop us from getting hurt. It's not safe out here, and our body is very fragile. "MY BODY!" Screamed Psyche, into the night. It would look strange, if anyone passed by, but Psyche didn't care. She wanted out. Out of this world, out of life, and out of Prisca's presence. What would anyone be doing out here anyway? Psyche reasoned. She moved closer to the edge.

As Psyche stood there, gazing coldly at the ground below, lightning flashed across the sky once more. As thunder crashed with it, in a symphony of light and sound, terrifyingly near, Psyche heard Prisca's pleading voice once more. Please, she begged, Please. Shrouded in darkness to those opun the roof, sillhouetted in light to those down below, Psyche stood upon the edge, unable to move, listening to the sounds of the storm around her. A single tear rolled down her cheek.

Psyche turned slightly upon hearing another voice. It was a male voice, and Psyche turned completely to listen to what he was saying. As far as she could tell, he seemed to be trying to convince her to come away from the edge. No way. Prisca took up the boy's argument. See? You don't have to. Why you want to die anyway is beyond me, but Psyche, I don't. Psyche felt more tears roll down her cheek, as she screamed once more. She couldn't stand Prisca any longer, she was ready to do anything to get rid of her.

"SHUT UP!" She turned back to face the edge. Knowing that she boy would probably think she was yelling at him, Psyche quietened down a little. "I don't care what you think Prisca! You don't want to die, so leave me alone! Find another body!" Psyche looked down again. She did not really want to die, not here on this strange planet. But she wanted to be free of Prisca. But Psyche, without me you will die. Prisca's voice was calm. Gasping for air between sobs, Psyche replied, quieter than before, "Not if you leave by yourself."

Psyche shook her head. "I - I can't. It's Prisca, the little..." Lightning flashed, crashing onto the roof right next to Psyche. The force of it pushed Psyche sideways, almost off the roof. Struggling to regain her balance, Psyche windmilled her arms in large circles, as though trying to swim her way back onto the roof. Despite her panic, she still heard Prisca reprimanding her. Now see what you've done! Psyche ignored her.

I'm going to die... Psyche couldn't believe that it was going to end. Prisca continued to lecture her, but Psyche didn't hear. All she heard was the rushing of eternity, rushing in on her. Psyche screamed. She shut her eyes, shut them tight. She did not want to see the wall sliding past, the ground rushing up to meet her. She did not want to die.

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Psyche fell back onto the roof. she lay on the ground, breathing shakily, thinking about what had just happened. I almost died...that's what happened. And... Realisation dawned on her as she pushed her self into a sitting position and saw the boy. he saved me. She couldn't speak, not just yet, but once she got over her shock she would thank him. Sitting silently in the pouring rain, Psyche looked away as she felt her cheeks grow warm.

Looking over the edge of the roof, Psyche heard Prisca and knew that she had been shocked too. You're lucky he saved us. Do you have any idea how close you were to killing us? "You. Killing you. It's your fault I was up there, so shut up." He would probably have heard her saying something, but she spoke to quietly for her words to be inteligible.

Psyche nodded. She realised that there was no way she'd be coming back onto the roof for a long time, what had just happened was too scary. "Okay." She said, quietly. Good. Came Prisca's voice from inside her head. Now we can get out of this rain. We're getting soaked. We'll get sick. Psyche bit her lip to stop herself from retorting. If we get sick, you're in control. But since Prisca couldn't read her thoughts, she didn't know.

Getting shakily to her feet, Psyche glanced to the edge of the roof. It no longer seemed at all inviting, now it seemed rather forboding. Turning away from it, Psyche began to move back towards the door. She moved rather slowly, the roof was slippery and she felt scared that she would somehow manage to slip off the roof. Never again. Thought Psyche, knowing that it would probably be a long time before she even came near the roof again. That had been just too close.