What am I doing? I’m clinging on for dear life. But why? I could just let go. It is what I came here for anyways. It is dark outside. The only lights are from the streetlights 15 meters away. No-one will see me, right? I look towards it, as if it is where I should go. As if I go to the light I will be on the good side. And if I give in to the dark, I will be on the bad side. But I have already made my decision. I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t going to give in. If I was going to choose the light, I would have stayed home in my house with lights everywhere. And for a long time I have. I’ve resisted the dark. I’ve stayed home in the light. But I could always feel the dark creeping in. It always found a way. Through a tiny hole, or the slightest crack. Even on the brightest of days, I could feel the darkness, slowly taking over me. Even in the light of a lamp I could feel the dark power drawing me in to swallow me. For a long time, I have been clinging to this one strand of light. This one strand of hope. But not any more. I’ve given up. I don’t want to keep swimming in this hot pool of mess. And now I’m drowning. The light is gone, and the hope went with it. And I am all alone.
The railing is really cold. Really cold. It’s made of metal, and on this black winter night, I can feel the cold taking over my body. I should just do it now. It will probably be easier. For me, and everyone else. Ok. I’ll count to ten.
One. My head is empty.
Two. My family doesn’t care.
Three. But my friends will probably miss me.
Four. It will be easier once they get over it.
Five. I’m ready.
Six. What is that sound?
Seven. That’s a car!
Eight. I turn around to the light as I lose count.