The End

My heart claws its way up my throat, mind blank save for two words revertibrating through every fiber of my body. The End. This is it. Out of time, out of luck... out of life. It will end soon. I want it to be over, but at the same time I hope this moment lasts an eternity. I push the thought of my shattered body splayed on the rocks below away. There is only the present. The wind snaking along my cheeks, caressing my body impossibly gently. It's peacefull, save for the noise. The shreiking of wind as it races through my ears... or maybe it is the sound of my own screaming. I can't tell. I worry for an insant about going deaf, but it doesn't matter now. In a few seconds nothing will matter.

I suppose things haven't mattered for a long time, though. If there was anything left to care about I wouldn't have jumped. There is nothing left for me in the world of the living. I've heard that when you are about to die your life flashes before you, years replayed in a matter of seconds. That isn't true. There are no memories. Just the wind, the sky, and the ground growing steadily closer. I regret jumping, but can't think of any other way to escape the prison my life has become. I wonder if my grandmother will cry when they tell her I'm gone. Probably not. She will just rid herself of the inconvinience the way she removes other problems from her life... by picking up the nearest bottle. I don't have long now. I reach my arms out to either side, letting the sky hold my bruised body. I wonder if this is how the birds feel. A timid smile draws across my face. I have always wanted to fly.