Standing at the very edge of the cliff, I felt the irresistible urge to jump.
I wouldn't die, but I'd feel something. I'd feel fear leave my body, the wind screaming in my ears, the weightlessness right before I hit the water. I didn't know if I'd sink or float—but either way, I'd done it.
I'd done it. I didn't cower or waver. I didn't hesitate. I just jumped.
And so, in a swift moment of courage, I flung myself off the cliff.
For a second, the world stopped. My heart rose to my throat, and the wind swallowed my breath. I didn't know what would come next, but for that one moment, I was free.
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Love, Journey Lynn
Teen FictionMississippi born Journey Lynn just moved to Cape Cod Massachusetts, the hook shaped peninsula famous for it's lighthouses and coastal feel. Unlike most teenagers who move, she loves it. For two months. (This is DRAFT ONE and EXTREMELY unedited. Fee...
