(Trigger warning sensitive topic in this story)

The wind blows my hair. I’m standing in the edge again. Contiplating life again over and over again near the edge of a cliff. Wondering if it really is worth it to jump off. After all, how would my family react to the news. I saw my parents hearing the news. Your oldest daughter jumped today. I thought about what the might say. “Our oldest daughter?” “No she moved to England.” “She’s very happy there or so we hear.” “she’s always been so Goddam independent.” Yet I decided to jump anyways. I rember the gush of air blowing my hair as I was falling. The exelarating feeling as I fell down. I remember it as if it was yesterday. If only it atchually worked. But no I’m still here.