Free Falling.

Free Fallig

She stood tall above everything else with the beauty of the earth below her. She was at the same level as the clouds. Nerves settled at the pit of her stomach as she picked up the parachute and placed it firmly on her back. One step forward... Two... Three. Before she knew it the door to the plane had been opened.

Then she fell, and when the fall came it came quickly and without warning. She was flying, flying among the birds, soaring. She never felt freedom like this before. She felt undoubtly weightless and as two red-winged starling birds flew past her she let out a small giggle with a shout of happiness As the adrenaline swam within her veins she looked over to the horizon and watched the two birds fly in happiness as she pummeled to the ground.

She glanced over the land contemplating where it would happen and then she saw it, a small clearing between the cast amount of trees. She closed her arms and guided herself to that spot. The watch on her wrist beeped and she smiled then took the back pack which held the parachute off, closed her eyes and fell to her death.

She died happily and the way she wanted to, not because of a tumor growing inside her brain. She liked that she had controlled the way it all ended.

Earlier that week she was at the hospital with her parents. She waited anxiously in the office. The beat of her foot tapping on the ground could be heard along with the swoosh of her jeans as her knee bobbed up and down. She was looking down at her hand as she played with her thumbs. Upon hearing the door squeak open her head snapped up so fast she became a bit light headed. As the doctor sat down her mother grabbed her hand and the doctor uttered eight words which made her smile bitterly.

"I'm afraid she only has three weeks left."

Over the next week she decided that she would chose how she died and when instead of having a growth in her brain determine her fate. She continued with life as normal, wake up, eat, pills, watch TV, chemo, eat, shower, sleep. It was a regular routine day in, day out. The same thing over and over again.

It was on a Tuesday when she realized the perfect way to be consumed with nothingness... Skydiving.