Never in my life have I felt such compunction. It makes sense, of course, since I'm on top of the Chrysler Building, gradually slipping to another death. But this one will be different than the rest of the 151 deaths that have occurred to me. It will be way more exciting. Being shot is the usual. Being hung is the second. Third, being killed in my sleep. I've had many other deaths. For example, getting bit by a rattlesnake. But I won't list those boring ones. This one, however, has never happened. I'm tempted to jump right off the tall building, but I can't. It has to look like an accident. Like I'm human.
I should try to find a way out of this, but I'm just Lei-Z-Bum. The name everyone gave me to describe my personality. Do I like it? Not at all. It's not even true. Another name they gave me is Stick Girl because of how skinny I am. At least they didn't make fun of my big blue eyes, wavy brown hair, and crooked nose. I know, it sounds ridiculous to make fun of my eyes and hair and nose, but those bullies would do anything to embarrass me. I got away before they could do anything permanently embarrassing.
Sometimes I think back to how this all started. With a train, a tornado, and a book. The book of my life. The book that is now gone forever...And it's all my fault.
I have to "push these thoughts away," like my mom said, and remember that "you can't fix what you have already caused." Then my dad would joke, as he always did, and said, "Unless you have a time machine stored in your secret underground passage!" I smile at that, cherishing those good memories.
Back to saving my life. No sad thoughts. No distractions. All of the sudden I'm soaring through the air. The ground beneath me gets bigger. I'm chasing after the cement as cars screech to stops and roll down their windows. People are screaming and pointing at me.
I was right, this is a very interesting death.
Then I hit the cement. My vision turns all black, but nothing hurts.
That was a really fun death.
