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My heart pounds with the thrill of running towards something so welcoming.

The sun shines on my bikini clad body

The sky a bright vibrant blue with hues of pink.

The feel of the rock underneath my bare feet.

The wind whizzing past my face making my hair fan around me.

Each stroke I get closer to the only release in my heartbroken life

I jump when I get to the end of the cliff

My feet off the ground me suspended in air.

I angle my feet in a divers position as I fall rapidly

My heart beats fast as I plunge downward towards the crystal blue water that awaits.

It feels as if time is slowing down and I am just suspend in air.

Suddenly I hit the water going straight through the crystal blueness, like a knife cutting through a cake.

I swim through the cold water until I surface my hair clinging to my face the water cold on my body. I let out a sigh of relief as all the stress from the last few days just leave my body.

I stand in the water letting it rinse all my sins from the past week off. I walk towards the sandy hill that leads up to where my car is perched on top it.

I walk to my car slipping on my lilac cover up and hopping into my 2017 Porsche.

Starting up the car I pull out of the private beaches parking lot my bathing suit still soaked and seeping through my lilac coverup.

I drive down the streets taking one hand and digging through my purse in the passengers seat until I feel what I am looking for.

I put the slim paper made cigarette in between my lips as I search for my lighter.

With one hand I light the cigarette, instantly the cigarette smell fills my car, before being pushed out by the wind of driving fast down the street.

I take a long drag off the cigarette before flicking the asked out the window using one hand to steer the car.

The wind fans my hair out behinds me as I go 60mph down a 40 speed limit highway.

I take another drag on my cigarette as I pull into the exit lane before pulling off the highway.

A little while later I arrive at my house. I flick my cigarette stub onto the ground and before getting out of my car and stepping on it.

Grabbing my bags I shut the door the metal clang sound hitting my ears.

I walk up the steep drive way up to the gorgeous house.

A big yellow house built of yellow concrete walls with dark maroon shingles covering the high roof. A big white gate at the end of the driveway that has to have the finger print of people who live there to get in.

I swiftly open the cover lid to the finger print scanner. I press my thumb against it as it scans my thumb, I feel little tingles against the skin. Finally I hear a click as the gate unlocks.

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