'Stop it. Stop the voices, stop the noise, please. I pleaded to my own head. Please. It was killing me. I felt like I was going to pass out. I was confused and distraught, but at the same time, empty. I opened my eyes to look down at the ground, a force was pulling me forward over the rails. I smelt the air, and felt the sun on my face for what could be the last time. /Do it. Oh, please. Do it./ My own mind was begging me, It will make things easier. It will end the pain. "Stop, please." I shook my head, pressing my hands to my ears, as tears were still falling out of my eyes. /You've fucked up everyones lives anyway. It will solve things./ I looked down into the traffic of busy cars and streetlights, feeling the rails, before leaning forward.'