Butterfly Fall

The Butterfly Effect

This weeks writing challenge asks for a tale about the Butterfly Effect. This is the not true tale of a young girl. A young girl whose whole life changed because of one single event the question is which one. The first put her in the right place for the second but the second changed her very universe. The story of a young girl whose adult life was created by a childhood game.

She slid down the slope letting out a yell as she fell trying to hold onto something, anything. Trying to gasp something to halt her fall. As she slid brambles ripped her cloths and scratched her hands drawing blood to the surface. What brought her to this point?

It started out as a simple game. A dare to do something just a little further than before. It started out with a dare to balance on that windowsill. They couldn’t stop though and it escalated into chaos. Balancing on a windowsill became climbing onto a roof, became sliding down a drain pipe. It became so much more than those little dares that had held no chance of harm at all.

It wasn’t the dares that led her to trouble. Not really. It was the love of the danger, the love of the adrenaline pumping through her body. Long after the dares stopped, long after the ending of a childhood game, she still could be found balanced precariously on a rooftop at midnight. She became addicted to the thrill and after that she could never go back.

A holiday to the coast became a new playground to explore. Cliffs to climb, where falling would result in landing on rocks below, and sea to swim in against the strong tides. One night when she was running across the rooftops she stopped to see a group of people diving from a cliff top. Silently she approached over the roofs till she dropped down not far away from them. They fled at the sight of her but the fascination with the idea stayed with her.

The next day she stood on the cliff top ready to dive into the dark depths below. As she pushed off from the cliff she saw the men from the night before arrive. They watched her go in shock rushing to the cliff edge to see her dive perfectly into the waves. Moments later she surfaced and began to scramble back up the cliff. The ment panicked crying out for her to swim to the beach instead but she ignored them climbing easily to the top. Pulling herself back onto solid ground she ignored their admonishment and walked away leaving a watery trail behind.

One of the men ran after her and in an effort to lose him she cut into a nearby forest. So focuses was she in escaping him that she didn’t see the ravine before her, didn’t hear his shout of warning. She tumbled sliding down the slope as she desperately grasped for something to hold on to. The next thing she knew the man was next to her holding her tight with one hand while the other griped a tree root. “Be more careful,” he said pulling her up so she could hold it as well.

He followed her all the way to the top making sure she was okay. Once they got there he led her away with an arm wrapped around her shoulders. It was a sign of how shaken she was that she let him lead her away without protest. He led her into his house and cleaned her bleeding hands carefully before pushing her into a seat. “What did you think you were doing?” He asked her softly.

“The rush,” she managed to say not quite looking at him. “I did it for the rush.” He sighed and knelt down before her. He looked into her eyes and said softly, “I know that rush, but you can’t let it rule you. You have to be safe even in this.”

That holiday became a permanent move for her and she soon settled into a new routine. One which included those men she had seen on the cliff top that night. She learnt that there was more to the thrill than she had ever known. For what was better than a thrill shared, what was better than people who cared about you sharing every aspect of your life?

Twenty years later on the cliff top she had dived from there was a midnight wedding held. As the groom spun the bride in their first dance he suddenly held her close and whispered in her ear, “I’m glad I caught you.” She smiled back at him and murmured, “I found a better rush.” He hummed curiously and her smile grew. “You,” she said.

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