Mac P.O.V.
Hi, I'm Mac, I am 17 years old, 5'2, typical blonde hair, blue eyed girl and call me crazy but I have a different mind set than most other teenagers in my school and just in general. I think that it is okay to want to end my life and to harm myself because that's me and everyone is different.
Once I started attending high school instead of being home schooled, I don't know why, but the other students found joy in calling me names and pushing me around.
There is this one guy in my class that I don't like to admit, but I may have a little school girl crush on him, but like why would he want me when he could have any other girl that attends Davidson High School. He is such an asshole but I think that he could actually have a heart if he met the right person. Who am I kidding? Michael Gordon Clifford. Good person? Ha.
Michael Clifford is the reason for this all. He is the "leader" of the populars. He acts like such an asshole when he's with his friends, they all literally tell me that this earth would be better without me and that I am just a waste of space. It gets on my nerves and as much as I want to listen them I don't want to give them the satisfaction of getting what they want.
I've been thinking about this for a while now but if everything everyone says about heaven and hell is true then at least we know that there will be another side and I'll be together with my family once again one day. I'm sure no one will even miss me. All I need to do is go, climb to the top of the Sydney Tower, and jump.
I would rather stay here, be in a relationship and live a happy life but we all have dreams. I mean come on I'm 17 years old and haven't even been in a relationship. I would like to believe that if I were to be in a relationship that things would turn out differently, that he would protect me from all the bad in the world, that he wouldn't let anything bad happen to me, that he would make sure I was always safe.
Stop ranting Mac no one cares. Just do everyone a favor and jump already.
So because of my fucked up head, here I am, standing on top of the Sydney Tower 1,014 feet above the ground...ready to jump.
5...4...
I squeeze my eyes shut
3...2...
I take a deep breath
1...
As I go to fall forwards I feel someone grab onto my wrist.
Damn it why do people actually show that they care when it could be too late. I don't want any ones sympathy. I don't want help. All I want is to be at rest and to be away from everyone here. Is that really so much to ask for?
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Hey readers :) this is my new fanfiction Skyscraper. The chapters will get longer I promise..I'm just getting started.
xox Jacklyn