THREE
May 2nd, 2015
I regret stepping off of the stupid ledge the instant my feet grapple for a foothold, only to find themselves suspended mid-air. My stomach plummets as I drop spread-eagled, clawing for something to grab on to. Of course, there isn't much you can find mid-air.
In the seconds it takes to meet the briny depths, I gather that life really does flash before your eyes when you're about to go, and I struggle to accept the fact that I have to. Images race through my mind and I fumble to hold on to them.
I see them whispering, thinking I can't hear them.
I see him leaving, slamming the door behind him.
I see locked doors everywhere, behind which I know my dad hides.
I see her on the floor, her wrists engraved with lines that won't ever fade, still letting the crimson trickle out.
I see myself standing atop the cliff.
A lifetime has passed in these four ticks of the clock, the action unfolding before me in an excruciatingly slow manner. I do my best to propel myself to fall in feet-first like they say in the documentaries on TV. I hadn't expected the jar of the brunt. The water is concrete, harder than I'd ever anticipated. My legs give out, and my knees catch me unaware, rising to knock the breath out of me and hitting me square in the chest. My vision doubles and blurs. The blue waves crash into me, suffocating me, crushing me, but all I hear is a ringing noise. I gasp, too out of breath to scream for help and redeem the life I'd thrown away. Bubbles escape my mouth, obscuring my vision, and my gulps for air send mouthfuls of salt water down my burning throat. The impact has crushed me, setting my lungs, and everything, on fire. I think I hear someone shouting something at me. My flailing arms struggle to grab onto something, my strength waning with every gasp. I can't breathe.
I feel myself slipping into the unknown, when something seizes me from behind, locking my shoulders in place as I thrash around in panic. The rush of adrenalin leaves me stronger, but I'm no match for my captor. I lash out in protest, though the lean arms holding me hostage do not budge.
I finally collapse in their arms and I'm laid down against the coarse sand.
I faintly hear someone yell, and the shadowy vignette at the corners of my vision takes over the rest of it.
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