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The Day I Jumped

I look down on the people on the streets. They're like little worker ants, scurrying back home. I feel the chills of the New York winds as they blow my blonde hair around. The sun is saying goodbye over the numerous buildings in front of me. The fresh rain from a couple of hours ago is still making the buildings edge shine with slippery silk. If only Mr. Coppertone Styled Back Lab Coat could see me now. Broken without anyone, alone. It's funny how in a city with so many people, I could feel so alone. I slip off my heels and button my tailcoat back up. Stepping on the edge I feel like one of those adrenaline junkies. The ones that do handstands and cartwheels on buildings like this, of course, it always sunny out when they do it, not as gloomy or stuffy. They always have parachutes too, but I have a note. While it was raining I wrote a goodbye on an old napkin. On the napkin of the restaurant, Mr. Coppertone Styled Back Lab Coat left me in. He explained how there was a Mrs. Coppertone Styled Back Lab Coat waiting at home for him with three little, well you get it. I push back my hair from the increasingly strong winds. My eyes go black, but I can still feel my legs standing on the ledge.

The screams of people around me get louder and louder until the force of the concrete silences everything. I stand up in pitch black. My tailcoat is gone and I am in a white dress. It somehow resembles a wedding dress, as soon as I make the connection the dress fades away into a jogging outfit. My hair grows long and grey. Soon a door opens and a bright light emerges. I try running towards it, but the closer I get the further my feet to sink into the floor. My body is crippled and my bones rattle. I can see inside the door. I can see my third birthday, the distant flicker of the number three, flash. Now it's My first day if high school, I'm falling down the stairs again. My high school graduation, College graduation. My trip to Paris to study abroad. Now I see Mr. Coppertone Styled Back Lab Coat. His face morphs into a dent a sidewalk. A sidewalk I have spread across. My mother is crying over a casket. I touch the note in my pocket, the embroidery of the restaurant's name is showing through my shirt. I can't do this to my family.

Suddenly I snap back into reality and me still on the ledge, the sun has set now. What am I doing up here? Turning around the slippery silk of the building's edge catches me, and now the air of my misfortunes brings me down. I only hope that someone saw me turn around and that this is going to hurt.

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Again not a prompt just something I wrote.