"You have to fix your mindset and view on things. Life is beautiful and I can prove it to you."
"Yeah right." I said as I rolled my eyes.
"Give me two weeks. I'll prove it to you."
Jasmine Pinkston, a San Francisco local teen, was ready to give up...
These things just didn't add up. One minute I was sprawled all out on my bed, the next I was standing on the edge of the Golden Gate Bridge.
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Don't ask me how I got here. Don't ask me what made me get out of bed and put myself in this dangerous position. Don't ask me why I haven't moved from the bridge ledge. 'Cause here's the thing.
I don't know.
I imagine that in the days to come, I would make headlines. "Suicidal Girl Jumps From Bridge" and "Mental Health Crisis Strikes Youth" were not charming stories. They would probably use some washed-up portrait from high school. They would turn the story upside down. They might try and pin my dad as abusive, accuse me of using drugs, or even accuse someone of molesting me. None of those are true, but I must say.. If I am going out, I am doing it my way. My story will be heard and they will not turn this around on me. Not that it would even matter.. This time tomorrow I would be dead. I would be gone. No more pain. No more games.
I inched my feet closer to the edge. It was quite windy in San Francisco, which made keeping my balance a lot harder. Why was I trying to keep my balance? Did I think I would just change my mind last minute? I heard sirens in the distance.
I looked down to my feet. I wasn't entirely sure if I wanted to do this, but I knew I couldn't stay on this Earth a minute longer. The way they treated me, the way they dismissed my feelings, the way everything went down was just the last straw for me. I looked out into the horizon. The view was beautiful, and there were rocks at the bottom. I'd either die from impact, hit the rocks, or drown.
They were coming for me. I looked back on all of the hatred, all of the judgement I had encountered, and all of the times I had been either scared or sad. I decided that sparing my life just wasn't worth it. My feet inched closer to the ledge. I felt my heart began to pulse, my eyes began to water. I decided at that very moment that it was worth the sacrifice. I breathed in. I put my arms in the air, closed my eyes, and jumped.
