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Looking down, standing at the ledge. I was shaking, my life, was in my hands, and so was my death. The cold wind rushing through the air, tempting to drag me off this bridge. I’ve come here so many times, so many hours of contemplation. I’m too much of a child, an idiot to understand life, too naive and scared to jump. But still, everyday, I come back to the bridge. The sun is starting to set, the bright orange and pink going through the clouds. I stare, hoping my troubles leave, hoping I can just fall, just drift away. But I stop myself, every time I stop myself from reaching a place of no pain, stop myself to create more pain for others. My parents, friends, family may not show it to me that much, but they love me. They have to love me. But what if they don’t? Why should I be in pain and let them enjoy their lives? Why can’t I just fall, into the void, into the end to all my problems.
I push my feet further off the edge, and I jump.
I fall, the colours of the sundown rushing past as the scenery around me turns into a blur, the beauty of the world mixed with the pain. I feel like I’m floating, rushing through the air but light, feeling no weight. The ground is rushing at my face, the wind slowly fading away. My face hits the pavement below.
Immense pain hits my face and body, crashing into the ground below, the pain showing as blood flows out of me. My mind freezes, as I slowly drift away to a place of hope, to a place of no problems, to a place of death and non existence.
