It's one am. I'm sneaking out. Dad and Cher are watching a movie in their bedroom. I say goodbye to the cat and make my way out. I decide to wear black jeans and blue sneakers. My favorite jumper too. The red one. I chose it in the store because I thought that if I ever committed suicide it would look less gross. Tonight was the night, the night u would jump. I ran down the empty NYC streets and now I'm in front of it. My suicide building. I'm climbing now. Up and up and up. I get to the top of the first ladder and slowly tip toe along the thin rain pipe. If I fall now, I'll surely die. But I want to go up further. I get to the next ladder and keep going. It's raining now. The sky is crying. Not for me but for Rosa. I suddenly want to see her one last time. I keep climbing. But... I'm crying now. I desperately want to see her. She kept me going for a long, long time. I want to thank her. I reach the top of the last ladder.
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Falling Down
Short StoryShort suicide story. If you are thinking of killing yourself don't do it. Someone always wants you to live.
