Up to the top

You reach the top of the tower, the fear of falling, making sure your grip was tightly grasping the ladder and the higher gravity fighting you at every opportunity.

You find your self in a circular observation balcony, with only a simple metal railing wrapped around to protect you from falling.

You have always had a slight fear of heights, you know it's silly, but you still have it never the less.

You remember back to your childhood, when you were Six or maybe Seven, how your grandparents had a large Oak tree in their backyard. You must have climbed that tree maybe 50 to 75 times before. However, this time you invited your older brother, Logan, who must have been 12 at the time, up to join you. When you got to the top Logan seemingly pushed you off, and you woke up with a broken leg. Ever since then, you have had a fear of heights.

A wave of anger washes over you as you remember the indecent. However, you then remember your grandmother's outrage over it, she was so angry. You chuckle remembering how you could hear him getting yelled at up until you passed out at the hospital.

Now Logan is dead, your father could not get passes for his wife and children; he decided to stay with his family. However far you know that he and his family died a mere year after you left--

--You pull yourself out of your memories.

"I have to look around, come on you can do this." You tell yourself.

You grab hold of the railing, your knuckles turning white, you give the metal rail a shake. Nothing it does not budge, satisfied you finally manage to look around you.