Skyline

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
There's something amazing about a city skyline.

Submitted: January 29, 2009

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Submitted: January 29, 2009

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There’s something amazing about a city skyline. The lights, the sound; it’s one of the last things I have left to enjoy. So here I sit, watching the city from a top this hospital roof.

There’s an old saying, ‘when you get knock down, get back up again.’ That doesn’t seem fit me right now. So here I am, wondering weather I really needed to get straight A’s to impress my parents, if I needed to help that old lady cross the street, or weather I needed to help that 4 year old find his mom. Do I really need to keep walking this earth? Was everything I did or helped with a waste of my time and their time?

Everything in this world is twisted and turned around. I hate the world and everything in it. People twist values and morals to fit their own needs. That’s just sick. There is no such thing as true Christen values and morals. No such thing as true Baptist values and morals. There are no true values in this world. Those are all gone.

At age 17 I’m about to jump of this hospital roof top to escape from this world. At 17 I’m not needed or wanted in this twisted world. My parents won’t look me in the eye; they can’t even stomach the word ‘son’ if it involves my name. My friends don’t care if I tear myself apart from the inside out (kind of like now.) My girlfriend doesn’t even talk to me anymore; she can’t stand the sight of me. Hell, my dog don’t want a thing to do with me! How the hell does that even happen? So, I thought why not try a little experiment. I thought, ‘Hey! You want to kill yourself and see if they care?’ So, first I OD on some drugs, didn’t work. I didn’t have the money to buy a gun, plus that’s a little too messy. I don’t like the taste of alcohol, at all. Well, what’s left? Oh! I know this one! How about jumping of a building? You are correct my friend!

So here I stand, letting the cold December air chill me to the bone. I can’t wait to make this a New Year’s they’ll never forget.

“3!”

I take a deep breath.

“2!”
I spread my arms out.
“1!”
I fall.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!”

I have this sudden felling of weightlessness. Almost like this feeling of I don’t care. This feeling that everything is okay. That my hell and everyone in it is gone. I’m glad the skyline was the last thing I saw.

“OH MY GOD! I THINK HE FEEL!”


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