The Fall..

"Happy birthday, I missed you"

I can't hear them, the people yelling at me from the ground.. 656 feet below me. I mean that all makes sense right? How I can't hear them because I'm too high up, not because I'm just blocking it out. I creep closer to the edge and look into the sky to see multiple helicopters flying above me. Huh, I guess if they want me to come down that I'll just make it a little bit interesting. I'll leap off this terrible planet and soar my way to the clouds. 

I wonder where people who do the last jump go.. Heaven?  Hell?  God only knows, anywhere is better than here. I don't want to hear people shouting at me anymore. I don't get that tingly sensation like I'm about to cry.

My legs act so my mind doesn't have to. I leap off he building, all I can hear is the wind rushing past my ears so I cover them and I can't hear it any more.  Much better.

I close my eyes so I don't see the terrified faces looking up at me. They told me to come down ad so I obeyed. Isn't that what teenagers are "supposed" to do? I'm just adding a bit of style to it. I 

I want to fly. I wish I were a bird so people wouldn't criticize me for being myself. I imagine I have wings, I picture it in my head. 

I'm only about half way from my landing spot, right smack dab in the middle of Times Square where everyone will see me stick my amazing landing. I open my eyes for a few seconds and see my family standing there. What a waste, they come to watch their child jump off a roof top but couldn't go to any of her graduations? or concerts? Only cared about the youngest, thats how they are: care for the youngest but not the oldest.

I'm getting closer to my landing every second, Im about 125 feet from the ground by this point. My eyes are closed again and I'm dreaming, dreaming of what it'll be like when I land. Not land here on this filthy planet, but when I land else where. Somewhere where people will accept me for liking the same gender because these people sure don't.  What's wrong with being lesbian? Nothing. Nothing at all. It is totally fine but my parents didn't seem to think so.

I come to the ground. Stick my landing perfectly, I don't feel anything. Not the blood seeping out of my body. Not the people trying to find my pulse. Not even the wind blowing through my hair and my dead body lays there, hopeless, on the ground. 

I see a light, its getting closer and closer to me. I'm free. I'm finally free! Free from the hate, the criticism, and everything else that has completely ruined what I was supposed to love about life! Thank you lord for trying your best, but really, life just wasn't cut out for me.

I bet my parents and my little brother are standing next to my dead body wondering why I did this to myself. Well mom, dad, I did tis because you made me. You forced to do shit that I hated. Your tried to force me to like guys, I may like them as friends but I wouldn't want to date one. You forced me to do girly things when I'm more o a tomboy.

I wish I could have told you how I felt about you but you would just tell me that I'm making it up and thats not how I really feel and then you would ground me for weeks at a time and never say a word to me, almost starve me to death because you didn't like a simple thing I said.

Hello best friend, I came to see you at last. Sorry I'm late, I had lot's of planning to do for your birthday.

Happy birthday, I missed you.

~I don't know how this turns out. I decided not to prove read it because I was too lazy. Please don't come at me because this story is abut suicide. This is a story about how some members of the LGBTQ people are constantly being criticized about their deciding and how we all will go to heaven, yes even if your gay.~