After everything, here he was. At the rooftop of his high school, stood Floyd Benson. Wind passed through his black locks of hair and he gazed down at the floor storeys below him. Car tyres screeched and horns screamed, but the noise was so soft and gentle; It sounded nearly soothing to him. He dangled his legs over the edge of the roof, just to see how it felt. Freedom. He never knew the meaning of the word until just now. This was it. Floyd was FREE. He was safe. He wouldn't feel this content for long, he was going to be dead in a few minutes. Maybe a little longer if he liked the view.
Floyd carefully stepped over the metal barrier, and on the edge of the rooftop. Three. He slipped the shoes off his feet. He didn't know why, but everyone else that did this seemed to, so why couldn't he? Two. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes. It was such a blissful moment to him, the wind gentle and even the sounds below him were like white noise. Before he could count to one, a voice called out from behind him, causing needles of fear to prick into his veins. "Hey, that's an awfully risky place to be standing, isn't it?" The voice called. His voice was low and raspy, but very gentle and unphased. Floyd didn't quite know how to respond. What was he supposed to say. 'Oh yes, sorry. I'm about to jump, I'll be out of your way soon.'? He didn't really care, anyway. Whoever this man was, it didn't matter. He was jumping, and that was final.
"Hey. Did you hear me, kid? I said, that's an awfully risky place to be standing, isn't it?" The voice repeated. In a fit of rage and anger, the younger boy turned around to face his tormentor. What was so urgent that he needed to be interrupted? A few metres away from Floyd stood an average-heigh male, who appeared to be around the age of 18-19. He had untidy, jet black hair that seemed to fall infront of his eyes no matter how hard he tried to tidy it. His clothes were baggy and seemed second-hand, but who was he to judge?
"I know." Floyd replied calmly, dull eyes fixing his gaze toward the older male. "I'll be gone soon, just give me a minute..." He tried to sound persistent, but his voice came out in a sad whisper. He hoped the man didn't notice, and turned back to the street. This was it. Three. Two.
One.
