Purpose

Eight

He is right. I should just jump off. I'm saving myself the pain aren't I?

I mean the only one him hurting is uncle HoYa. Not my step father. No one is left hurt but HoYa.

Look at the up side, I'll be with my mother and brother. That's all I have ever wanted.

Walking over to the ledge. Resting my hands in the top. "This is it." I whisper as I step on to the top.

Staring down at all the students that are walking. To class. Not even noticing the girl on the ledge.

I'm just not important, why didn't I know this sooner. Why did I have this false hope that I meant something, when really I meant nothing.

I was just so naïve to think that. I'm so foolish.

How could I think I meant something? How could I think I was like everyone else? How could I think that I was someone?
I'm just a waste of time, air, space, hope.....

Why am I wasting so much time thinking about this? I should just jump.

I feel like I'm breathing my last breath.
I'm taking my last steps.
Making my last wish.

My eyes slowly close as I make my final decision.

Taking my last deep breath. Stepping closer to the edge. My feet barely on the ledge.

"This is it." I say to myself as I let myself fall.