" But when have I ever needed saving?
"Are you a Wendy?" I whisper to myself, scanning the low rooftops on the surrounding buildings. It's a long drop to every one of them. But is it too long? How would a person know unless they tried?
I take several steps back from the edge, bouncing on the balls of my feet. Then I crouch.
"Or are you a motherfucking Tinkerbell? "

― Tracy Ward