The girl on the ledge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
This is about a girl standing on a ledge contemplating killing herself. She talks about how she feels and what she sees. If you read you shall find out whether or not she goes through with it.

Submitted: October 20, 2013

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I'm standing on a ledge; if I jump I am dead, but if I don't, then I am just a girl standing on a ledge. Looking down I guess where my body might land. The longer I stand the bigger the crowd grows watching me.

People point as they are walking by saying "look at the girl on the ledge". Great I've made a name for myself, "The girl on the ledge". I'm now amusement for people to watch and make fun of rather than a girl contemplating killing her self. 

The police and ambulance arrive ready to clean up the mess my body leaves when I jump. Where it was so quiet is now covered by people and the roar of voices yelling at me. 

I close my eyes and weigh the pros and cons of jumping. People say I am selfish and I am hurting the people that love me. What I have to say to those people is this: I reached out for help, but I was ignored. When I spoke I was silenced and told why I shouldn't be sad. 

Depression does not work that way. Everything could be perfect, but once it grabs a hold of you it is like you are drowning. I will not get off this ledge just to go back to being forgotton and surpressing how I feel. 

  By now my anger and my hate for humanity has grown. People constantly knocked me down, but expected me to be fine. The crowd has grown to about one hundred people. They are either taunting me or consuling me. A boy made a sign that says "jump". Him and his friends chant it at me over and over and over. 

A warm tear speeds down my face, then they all start to pour down. My vision is blurred and my heart rate is speeding up. I'm realizing this right here is my last few moments of life. 

  I say good-bye mentally to everyone. My poor mother will have to tell the family I was "the girl on the ledge". I look down one more time. I see people with thier cameras out vidoe taping as if this is a show for them. Well, the show is about to begin. The mental countdown starts in my head. 

  Ten, I think about what it will be like to plummet down. Nine, eight, seven, I wonder if there is anything for me after this. Six, five, tears are streaming down my face, my heart feels like a lump in my stomach, and the roar of the crowd is louder than ever. Four, three, two, the moment i thought would never come is right here before my eyes. One, I place one foot out and leap. As I am falling I hear screams. It is all over now. I am no longer "the girl on the ledge, but "the girl who jumped". 


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