Balloons POV
The sea of students rushing out the door catch me and drags me outside. It was my end destination, at least. I head towards the sidewalk. I felt like walking home today, the rain from earlier made the roads slick, and the one way I don't want to die is in a car crash.
I head towards the ex-party cliff. Times are rough, that's why I'm going, right? I avoid the puddles as I enter the forest and see the chain fence I had cut through that day. I climb through and walk over to the eḑg͠e. My heart begins to race. I sit, letting my legs dangle over. I suppose I'm dancing with death at the moment. It feels oddly comfortable as my grip on the rain-soaked grass loosens.
Wai͞t͟,͠ ̷n̛o
N̡̝͚͕̣͇͔̖͔̉͑͠o̸̴̩̞̩̝͍̻̪̒͋ͨ̄ͫ̓͟ ̓̃ͯ̕҉̪͙̬̞̘͈̀n̡̟̪̰͖͈̔ͭô̶̲̤̗̬ͧ̆̃ͮ͛̐ ͗ͩ̾ͯ̋͑̑͐҉̢̪̼̞̹̼̖͈̳n̨̧͙̙̹̻͎͍͍͉ͤo̶̯̮̜̯̩̯͚̘̦͑̂͝,̫ͤ͑ͯ̓͗͌͜͢ͅ ̷̝̦̎͑̅͢s̸̶̵̖̯̲ͮ̎̑̒̑̋̌ͥ͋t̼̩̱̯ͮ͑ͣ̓͋ͨ̂͆̅o̖̱̙͈͖ͦ̐ͅp̧̲͔̙̘̟̘̫̜͒̀͂̎̐̚̕ ̵̩̮̓̒͌͆i̶̵̖̲͕̱̟͌͆̐ͥ̌͠ţ̲̺̫͇̘̺̯̝̦͋ͥͭͫ͌̉͝.̵̦͔̖ͦ̈́͒ͦ̕
I get up and step back from the edge. What the hell am I doing? I then hear a rustle in the bushes, and sharply turn around, seeing three figures that I didn't recognize.
My stomach dropped as the slick grass caused me to slip.