There she was. Fifteen years old and standing on the edge. Feeling forced to make the biggest decision of her life; to live or to die. Someone who was hopeless and undefined was all that she saw when she looked into the mirror.
She can see everything from up here; the clouds, the birds, the view down from standing ten stories high. Around her were more buildings mocking her, tempting her, testing her. The clouds screamed, ‘Come to us!’ and the girl leaned. She closed her eyes trying to see for the first time. A sudden rush of adrenaline gave her chills down her spine. ‘This is it,’ she thought to herself, ‘I’m ready to fly.’
Soaring high in the sky? Or an illusion to the mind? She was halfway down now, and she was ready to die. She didn’t think of it as dying; she thought of it as living for the first time. Not having to worry about whether or not she would graduate high school. Not worrying about having a boyfriend or going to prom. Not worried about being skinny enough for society. All those thoughts would soon be extinct when she reaches the bottom.
