Chapter 7

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I can hear sirens in the distance. The police where coming. I had just murdered somebody, they're coming to arrest me. Shit. 

I can hear footsteps approaching me, they're here. How am I to escape this fate? I need to get out, I NEED TO LEAVE.

"Excuse me ma'am, do you have any information on the girl who was recently up here?" Shit, how do I leave without acting like it was my fault, what if they're testing me? She was on the phone. They could have evidence. "She just stood on the edge and jumped, it happened so quick, I wasn't able to stop her." Maybe that could convince them? Please. "Is that true?" "Yes." Why would they ask that? Do they know im lying? "Ma'am there's cameras up here, we have proof you did it." What...They....They have proof, I'm so dead.

"No you don't. You can't. Show me." They need to show me, I can't go out like this. I can't. "Ma'am we don't need to do that." They tried approaching me. "Get away from me. GET AWAY FROM ME!"

I am now backed against the edge. I want to leave. I want this to be over. Let me wake up, this has to be a dream...Right? 

"Ma'am come away from the edge." They spoke to me calmly, I began walking to them. "Jump." That thought echoed through my head. I knew it was him talking to me. I should listen. It could get me out of this situation. It would stop everything, this could surely work, right?

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