Dear Dawson

Dear Dawson-41

  EXTREME TRIGGER WARNING

  Heights are naturally supposed to be a scary thing, and well, they are to most.

Not to me- at least, not anymore, not as I'm about to willingly jump from one.

The element of fright is still there, but I can't bring myself to feel it at all. I need to do this for myself.

So, I set my diary down beside me before finally closing my eyes, turning around so my back faces the cliff, and letting myself go.

This is the closest I will ever get to flying.

I feel the wind blow my hair and rustle it into terrible knots. I feel my tears being released, but they never reach my cheeks. The wind blows them away too fast.

I don't know how close I am to the ground, and I begin to scream.

Because this will be my last noise, my last scream, my last goodbye.

I feel the water and everything goes blurry for a moment from the impact.

And it's sick to think that I've never felt more alive.