She stood at the edge of the cliff, wind twisting and blowing her long raven colored hair. She looked down upon the world she thought she knew through her thick rimmed glasses with tears drawing from her grey eyes. Her thoughts consumed her, something she never let herself do, for fear of being discarded from society because of her "crazy mind". All it took was just one step and she would be gone. No one would notice. No one would care. The world would go on as it had before. There would be no articles in the newspapers, no TV segments about the mystery suicide, no posters on electrical poles from parents looking for their precious baby girl. In fact, if she left, people would be overjoyed. So she took a step forward until the tips of her toes were at the very edge of the cliff. She raised up her arms and closed her eyes. She was ready. 3-2- "Don't do it."