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Prologue

I stood at the edge of the building, people swarming below screaming up to me. They don't want me to jump. They say there's another way out. They tell me it will get better. I want to. There isn't. It won't.

As the wind whipped my hair around, I looked straight down. The 100 foot drop from the top of this apartment building to the ground looked smaller than I thought it would. But it looked comforting. The sweet escape: death. I welcomed it with open arms. It was just a matter of taking that step off the ledge.

I moved my right foot so half of it was off the ledge. The crowd collectively gasped as police cars made their way through the sea of people. One pulled out a bullhorn, trying to talk me out of this. There was no convincing me of anything otherwise. This was something I had dreamed about for three years. I was surprised I lasted for so long.

I moved my foot until it was completely over the ledge. The officer was begging now. People down below were screaming and crying. I was shifting my weight completely onto my right foot. I felt myself slowly tipping. I closed my eyes and waited for the fall.

I was pulled back abruptly. I hit into something hard, knocking the wind out of me. Before I knew how to react, something was put over my face. I tried to breath in. My eyes began to droop shut as my body began to shut down.