The world is cruel because of people. People are cruel because of the world. This is a delicate circle of destruction, also known as life. Death is peaceful because of angels. Angels are peaceful because they aren't people. This is a stable circle of happiness, and that's all there is to it.
Life isn't fair. Life isn't kind. But the rushing water 30 feet below me will bring me happiness. All I have to do is jump. Or maybe just run off the edge. Or maybe just willingly fall off the cliff. Doesn't matter, the result will be the same. I think of mom, dad, Ava. Will they miss me? Probably not. I barely talk to anyone, family included. I don't want to talk to anyone. I don't want more trouble before my death. Just imagine. Death. Being at peace. No worries. No trouble. Where everyone loves each other. Where people are kind to one another. Where sadness isn't even possible. That would be paradise. Paradise is coming. All I need is a simple countdown.
3.... 2.... 1.... Jump.
I'm falling ...
falling ...
falling ...
and then mid-air, I stop.
I just stay there.
Suddenly, a male voice above
me says, "My dear Lezabel, it
seems like we have another
patient." And the world goes
dark.
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Suspended Mid-Air
FantasyOliver is depressed. He wants to die. Why can't he just jump? Because the air catches him.
