Let Her Body Fall

/CW/ suicide and mentions of weight loss

"Oh, come on, Daniel, I know damn well she's been through here," Minx spoke drowsily to her bartender. She laid on the counter of the Last Drops bar far past closing time. In her hand, she held a glass of clear vodka, straight, her sixth of the evening.

The man simply shook his head at the drunk girl before him. Sighing he grabbed a rag from below the counter and began to wipe up the night's mess. Sticky substances littered the counter, the patches of dried liquid collecting hair and dust. Daniel glanced at Minx's frail body before looking away as if the sight hurt him to see, "You look sick. Like a shimmer addict."

Minx snorted in sharp laughter, a smile grazing her lips as she sat up from the sticky surface light hair falling messily to her shoulders, "Ha! I haven't stooped that low yet, pretty boy." She swung her legs lazily over the bar counter.

"Y'know, now that I'm made of shimmer I'm not too sure what all the hype was about." She declared innocently her chin resting on the palm of her hand that was stood on her bony knee.

Daniel, for the first time in his life, was right. She looked sick. The bags under her eyes revealed bright veins hidden underneath causing her eyes to look extremely bright. Her cheeks were sharp and filled with grey with unhealthy cheekbones poking out of her pale skin.

Her body was no longer small but lively it was bony and sad. When she breathed Daniel could see the faint bones of her chest rise out of her skin. Minx's body didn't fit her clothes, her shirt draped over her arms covering them in oversized cloth she could feel her legs begin to swim more and more in her jeans by the day.

But she felt most perfect she'd ever been.

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Some people get creative with their deaths, others choose to go down old-fashioned routes.

Minx was one of the many who wanted to go out silently, no big blast or grand finale, just silence. She spent her whole life making herself louder and for once she was tired of talking.

Potions were her life's devotion. The possibility of conjuring something of use, more useful than her, was taunting her whole career.

Minx spent years behind that same desk writing in the same pink ducktape-covered notebook, her mind and imagination growing bigger and bolder by the day.

When she was a child she remembers days when all she would do was scribble in that notebook concocting child-like remedies and gasses.

Now, those things come secondhand. Smoke bombs? With her eyes closed. Chloroform? Tie her hands behind her back. Minx was one of the most talented alchemists in Piltover and she lived her life undercover.

With a smile on her face, Ebony caressed her name written in blue painted letters along her notebook cover and left it, right there on her desk to find. Maybe one day someone would find her discoveries, turning them into tools for the public, something she never could do.

Minx left Ebony written in that beaten-up old pink notebook and watched her memory fade as she walked further and further away.

Minx let the wind of Zaun hit her exposed skin as she walked onto the abandoned astronomy tower's terrace.

She looked out into her city watching as the sun fell below the skyline and took a deep breath.

Her head turned quiet when she decided what she needed to do as if her monsters were at peace with the thought of finally lying to rest too.

The beautiful, small girl walked further onto the terrace not daring to look at the dozens of stories below her. She gazed out into the beautiful sunset imagining how even prettier it would be with her in it.

And she stepped forward.

"Minx?" A familiar voice symphonied.

The girl in question let out a cruel laugh, "I'm not playing games with you anymore, you're not real." She shook her head pink hair swaying in the wind.

She heard a loud boot take one step closer toward her, "You... you don't think I'm real?" The voice shook, wavering.

Minx's hands shook in a tight fist sharp nails digging into her palm, drops of blood hitting the dusty terrace.

Usually, the pain made the demons go away, but this one was persistent. "Hey- step away from there, toots, can't have you falling now, could we?" The voice joked although it sounded more like a plea than a question.

Minx shook her head, her arms falling dormant at her side, "That's the plan, sweetheart".

She felt herself lean and immediately pulled back fear gripping at her heart eyes opened wide to the drop below her. Then, as she did for each one of her faults, Minx embraced it. She absorbed her fear of dying and exploited it letting her dread of living unperfect take over instead.

She let her body fall.

A/N suicide is not the answer ya'll, srry to sound like a PSA but as someone who was just released(oct 20, 2024) from an inpatient care facility(stayed there for 6 months) for an ed and suicide there are better things in this world that care help your sorrows (LIKE THIS BOOK!) lmao.

See ya'll next time.