At the Edge of a Skyscraper
I stood at the edge of a skyscraper, looking down at the streetlights that smiled at me from afar. I took my last deep breath of the cold night air. I wouldn't need another.
I took a step forward. I admit, for a very, very brief moment, panic caught up with me. But it quickly disappeared. I had turned off my emotions a long time ago.
I rushed faster and faster toward the ground. Cars, lights, people, everything flashed past me. I ignored the screams of a woman who saw me plummet from the skyscraper. I ignored the man who wanted to call an ambulance. Why would he even do that? I don't think there would be anything left of me afterward.
That was the last thought before I hit the ground with a loud crash, and my insides scattered all over the place.