I went to the spot. The last spot. I fell to my knees and cried out "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" I walked aimlessly around the woods for what seemed like hours. Till I grabbed the limb of tree and began climbing. Till I finally reached the top. I stared down at the ground and thought about what would happen if I jumped. Would I die? Or only get a few scrapes and bruises that I would have to explain to my parents? I sat on the highest tree limb and cried. With every tear that fell I heard it hit the dried leaves of the forest floor. And I wondered what it would sound like if I fell to the forest floor.
I began to wonder if anyone would come looking for me. Or if anyone would even care. Would anyone take responsibility for what they had done? Or would they go on living their lives like I never even existed?
Oh wouldn't it be nice to just fall...
