The light plunged as my body plummeted, I could feel my ankle disjointing from my leg. The weight was severing my leg, the pain ineveitable. My throat burned with the salt water. I could see the cliff and the highway from where I jumped. I had heard a woman scream with terror as I fell backwards, a smile on my face. I could see the sky, bright. I couldn't taste the hot tears running down my cheeks. My eyelashes fluttered.My lungs squeezed. My hair framed my face and I felt more complete than ever. I looked up, hoping it would be my glance, and I saw red lights flashing and a red cross. Jesus, here I come.
In could here my breathing, unsteady, salty. I could here the machines beeping but I dared not open my eyes. If I was still alive, it would mean that all of the days that I had cried in my room, I would now have to explain. I would ahve to explain the point that I had no reason to kill myself and yet, I felt the urge to leave this world. I would have to explain to all the mocking people at school what drowning was like. That it was horrible, that i could feel my ankle ripping from my body , that I couldn't breath the air that I had breathed for 14 years. But The truth was that It was the best freiken' thing that Ive ever done.
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