"I'm not afraid to die, because I know my words never will. I'm not afraid to live, because I know there will always be more for me to say. If my voice was lost, if my sight darkened, if my hands were paralyzed, I could and would still write as long as I had my thoughts." ~Lauren E. McIntosh, future author, forever writer, and fearless thinker.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Reflection

PROLOGUE

I smile as my father twirls my mother around our parlor. She begs him to stop, but her light laughter still fills the air. My father sings out an upbeat song while my younger brother, Lesley, and I clap merrily, encouraging our parents to keep on going. Eventually, my father collapses with my mother onto the small settee in the corner of the room. They both breathe heavily.
            “Oh, William! You know I already cannot breathe with this blasted corset. Jacqueline, hope that you are never married to a decent man, so that maybe you might not have to wear such a fashion,” my mother stretches out her arm, motioning me into her embrace.
            I walk over and take a seat in between my parents. They reach their arms around me, choking me with the strength of their hug. My father lifts up Lesley off of the ground and sits him into his lap. Lesley lays his hand onto my father’s chest, still playing with a small marble my father had given him for his birthday.
            “Mother, do you think that we’ll always be together as a family?” I stare up into my mother’s large brown eyes.
            She kisses my forehead, “Of course, my angel.”
            “But, what if something were to happen to you and father? What if I might not ever see you again once I am married? What if something were to happen to me?”
            “My darling, little girl,” Father wraps his arm around my shoulder and gives me a loving squeeze, “No matter what may happen to any of us, we will always be together. Even if as you get married your husband whisks you away to a faraway country, we will always be with you…in here,” he points to my chest. I can feel my heart beat beneath his finger.
            I smile at my father and mother. They smile back at me. Lesley makes a choking sound as his marble fell to the floor. We all laugh and though his marble still lay, abandoned, on the floor, Lesley laughs with us.
            Father picks up the marble and hands it to Lesley. Lesley claps and takes it from my father. My father takes my mother into his arms and lets Lesley and I climb into the middle of them. We sit there, as a family, in a loving embrace.
            “We will be together forever, won’t we?” I smile up at my parents.
            “Of course we will, love,” Mother kisses me on my head, followed by my father. Little do I know, is that I won’t believe it forever…

TEN YEARS LATER

“It is time to get up, Jacqueline. You are going to make me late. I have to meet with Lady Helena for tea and I for one have never been late…well, I have not been late until you…well, you know,” I groan as Karina starts throwing my corset and slip onto my bed, covering my vision in white.
            “I do not want to get up today. Karina, what is the point of ever arising from bed? It is such a peaceful place to be lounging in your comforter. But, alas, you must take this one peaceful place of mine away, just as everything else in my life that is peaceful has been taken from me,” I throw my underwear onto the floor and pull my sheets over my head.
            I can hear Karina pause as she is filling my wash bin. I hear her set down the pitcher and her soft footsteps approach my bed. Her weight on my mattress forces my body into a slope. She rests her delicate hand onto my leg. She rubs my leg, trying to comfort me.
            “Oh, Jacqueline, will you not ever be happy? It has been years, love, and still you allow yourself to become more closed off from the world. Won’t you get up, Jacqueline?”
            “I cannot be happy, Karina. All that ever made me happy is gone, taken from me. My only escape from this hell, are these covers that allow me to feel a glimpse of peace.”
            Karina removes her hand from her comforting rubbing. She stands and resumes to filling my wash bin. Suddenly, she slams the pitcher onto the table. I pull the covers back down and look at her, “Karina…”
            “Jacqueline! So what if your parents died two years ago! So what if your brother ended his own life! So what…if you lost the man you loved… You need to get on with your life,” Karina sighs and sits down, drawing her hand to her forehead, “I see you, Jacqueline, every day. I’ve known you most of my life and I remember you as a child. I remember when you had light in your eyes. I see you now…and there is no light left, love. I miss you, Jacqueline. I just want you to be happy.”
            I look at Karina. I stand and lightly walk over to her and rest my hand onto her head. She looks at me and pulls me into her embrace. We sit there for a time until both our tears dry. Karina is the first to stand. She takes my hand and leads me to the wash bin.
            “Now, you, my dear, are going to come with me to Lady Helena’s. A dose of lady sociality might do you some good,” she hands me a cloth and walks out.
            I stare at myself in the small mirror hanging above my wash bin. My hair is matted and colorless. Dark circles rim my eyes. No color fills my face and worst of all, there really isn’t any color in my eyes. I weave my hands through my hair and start to wipe grime from my skin. By the time Karina comes back in, I am fully dressed and washed. She smiles and hands me a pair of lacey gloves. I give her a meek smile and slip them on. She slowly guides me through the door.

***

“Now, Karina, I have a certain matter to discuss with you. I run an all-girl boarding school and we have an opening as a teacher of art. I’d like you to apply for the job,” Lady Helena sips her tea and sits it back down, looking questioningly at Karina.
            Karina looks at Lady Helena with delight, and then she turns to me and her expression changes dramatically, “Oh, Lady Helena, I’m not a very good artist,” Karina slightly stutters.
            “Oh, don’t be too modest, girl. I’ve seen your work. It is exquisite.”
            “Thank you, but I must decline your offer. I have too many…responsibilities,” I see Karina quickly look at me and turn back to Lady Helena.
            “Well, Karina, I hope that you may one day change your mind. Just know that the job is always open to you.”
            “Thank you, Lady Helena.”
            I look down at my lacey gloves, already wrinkled and stained. My hands fidget and my breathing becomes ragged. I close my eyes quickly as silent tears start to flow down my face. I take one thought and I know I cannot go back. I know that I have to react now or I will never get it out.
            “She will take the job,” my eyes are still closed as the words escape my mouth.
            “What was that, love?” Lady Helena sets down her teacup once again and looks at me.
            “Karina is my friend. She is an amazing artist and I know I’m her “responsibility”. But, I am not going to be anymore. She will take the job.”
            Karina stands, “Jacqueline, I cannot take the job. I am not going to leave you behind.”
            I stand up also and rest my hand on Karina’s face, “Take the job, Karina. I will be fine.”
            Karina just sits there and stares with frightened eyes. A single tear slowly descends from her pitying eye. She pulls me into her arms and tightly holds me, “Thank you.”
            She pulls away and smiles at me. Then, she turns to Lady Helena, “When do you need me?”
            “By tomorrow morning if that is alright.”
            I see Karina bite her lip, “Could you maybe extend the date a little longer.”
            “I am sorry dear; the carriage leaves tomorrow for Lochness.”
            “Lochness, Scotland?!” Karina turns to me, terrified.
            “Karina, I promise I will be alright. Please, go. You deserve it more than anyone,” I give her a reassuring smile even though my stomach aches with pain.
            Karina nods her head, “I will be ready.”
            Lady Helena claps her hands, “Brilliant!”

***

I now sit on my bed, overlooking the carriage that holds my best friend. I know I will never see her again. She was the only person that kept me grounded, but I know I could not keep her from following her dream. I know it is the right thing, but how do I feel so horrible?
Finally, after deep, shaky breathes I fall apart. Tears flow down my cheeks and choked sounds escape my mouth. I curl up onto my bed and scream my all too familiar sounds of anguish. I cry out for Karina, for Lesley, for my father, for my mother. I scream their names over and over again until my voice leaves me and I am left with harsh breaths of torment.
As my tears start to dry, I slowly gather myself to think one simple thought, “I cannot go on. I will never be able to go one.”
I slowly rise and, still wearing my corset and slip, I leave the house and enter into the meadow behind the house. A thick fog skirts the landscape and the sky is full of darkness. The trees have a thick layer of moss and their branches lie low, as if feeling the same pain I experience every day.
I rest my hand on a nearby weeping willow and close my eyes, breathing in the sweet scent of its life. I am suddenly seized upon by something I cannot explain. My eyes slowly open and I gasp. Into the fog Lesley slowly approaches me. In his hand he holds that all too familiar marble. He is laughing, calling my name, “Jacqueline, Jacqueline come and play.”
I start to answer, but am interrupting by my father’s silhouette approaching Lesley, “Jacqueline has to finish her studies. Come into the parlor and play with me and mother.”
Tears again start to trickle down my face as I see the beautiful image of my mother sitting on the settee in the parlor, reading the bible quietly to herself. She sees my father and brother and closes her book, setting it down onto the table. She swings my brother into her arms and kisses his forehead. Father sits next to mother, reaching his arm around her shoulder.
“Does my lovely boy need someone to play with?” Mother tickles Lesley and he starts to screech with delight.
I enter into the scene and by this time I cannot control the tremors that erupt through my body. My hair sticks to my cheeks from my salty tears and more gasps of pain sound from me.
“I have finished my studies.”
“That’s my girl,” Father reaches for me and just as I am about to leap into his arms, the scene disappears and is replaced by a new one. I recognize instantly the man within it, along with myself.
“Is she not the most beautiful thing you have ever seen, Jack?” a long black cloak flows around my body with the hood pulled up. In my arms I hold a small baby.
“She certainly is, but she can never compare to you,” my husband, Jack, smiles and kisses me, proceeding to lightly touch our daughter on the forehead with his soft lips.
“Nothing can ruin this moment, Jack.”
“As long as I love you, Jacqueline.”
The scene is once again replaced with another and I am thrown into that one day that destroyed my life forever. A cry of anguish escapes my throat and tears run even faster and harder down my face. I sit alone in my parent’s parlor with a letter in my hand.
Karina comes in and sits next to me, “What is wrong, Jacqueline?”
I hand her the letter, “Jack was found murdered this morning. He had my daughter, Elizabeth, with him. She could not be found.”
Karina holds me as I start the screams that will continue all my life. A messenger walks in and speaks, “Mrs. Ashton, I have certain news that I must inform you of. Your brother, Lesley, was found hanging in an alley in town. It seems that he has taken his own life.”
I do not even look up. All I do is scream even harder. I have no one now. My husband was murdered, my daughter stolen. My brother took his own life. My parents had died in a horrible fire just two months earlier. I was alone.
“No!” The scene evaporates and I am left alone all over again. I fall to the ground and scream tormented cries of terror and distress. I scream louder than I have ever screamed before. I scream my loved ones names over and over and over again. Never stopping. I called out for Karina. I call out my own name.
My tears still stream down my face and I am still screaming as I rise from the ground. I walk drunkenly down the meadow to a high cliff overlooking the ocean. The mist covers the water. I take a deep breath….and fall.
I disappear into the white fog and ice cuts my skin as I dive in deep into the ocean’s depths. One thought passes through my head as I sharply hit into a rock and slowly start to fade, “My life is hell, and now I have escaped.” I smile and I am gone.

Mr. Linden's Library

 SAMANTHA IVY

I’d just found the book lying around the library. When I tried to check it out the librarian told me that it wasn’t a library book and that I could just take it. But, the strange thing was, he warned me not to open it. All I thought was he was just a crazy old man. As I got home, I became exhausted. So, I called by boyfriend, Nick, to come over so I wouldn’t fall asleep, then I lied down on my bed and opened my book to wait for him to get there. I fell asleep with the book open and my lamp on. As soon I as I felt the shower of glass and the light went off, I quickly opened my eyes. I looked down at the book and saw something that I couldn’t believe. Vines were sprouting from my pages. Quickly they started to cover my bed and soon grabbed onto me. I tried to pull them off, but they just kept on growing. Soon I couldn’t breathe. I could hear Nick downstairs calling my name. I tried to call to him, but it was muffled by the vines. The vines covered my face. I heard Nick enter the room and could feel him start to tear at the vines. My eyes were closed and I painfully opened them to see him. I got one single sentence out before everything went black, “Don’t open the book.”

NICK PARKER

“Mr. Parker?”
            Detective Morris stares at me with piercing green eyes as he asks, once again, the same question he had been asking me for the past five minutes. I still just stare blankly back at him. Once again, he gives me a big sigh and puts his hand to his forehead, as if he had a headache.
            “Mr. Parker, don’t make me ask you again. What did you see as you entered into Ms. Ivy’s bedroom?” He now looks at me sternly. I can tell he really wants to hit me.
            I give one sigh before I finally decide to answer him, “I’ve known Samantha Ivy since I was in kindergarten. We’ve been together since Middle School. Just last week I found her dying in her room. I witnessed her death….Detective Morris; do you really expect me to want to recall the events of that day?”
            “Yes.”
            I roll my eyes to the ceiling. I really hate this guy right now. I freaking saw my girlfriend die right before my eyes. I tried to help her, but I couldn’t. How can someone ask me to describe, in detail, what I had witnessed? Well, I guess that’s just life. It’s hard. So, I decide I’d better get it over with sooner than later.
            “Alright. Well, about an hour earlier, before I’d gotten to her house, Sam calls me and tells me to come over. There wasn’t any stress or panic going on. She actually sounded pretty happy. I stopped at a few places before I mad it to her house. Her parents were gone. I tried the doorbell and knocked a few times. When no one answered I resulted in getting the spare key under the rug. So, I opened the door and called out to her. No one answered. I looked around a bit, but I still couldn’t find anyone. As I was about to leave, I heard some banging upstairs. I assumed it was coming from Sam’s bedroom, since that’s where she spends most of her time. I start heading up the stairs, calling her name. She still didn’t answer me. I knocked on her door, still no answer. There wasn’t any noise coming from inside right then. I tried the knob, but it was locked. I knocked on the door again and called her name. I was answered by crashing and pounding in her room. I heard her scream my name, but it was muffled. I tried to turn the knob again and again, but it still wouldn’t open. I tried to force it open or to break down the door. After about ten minutes of that, the sounds stopped. I listened and could only hear her raspy breathing, too loud to be normal, tired breathing. I tried the knob again and it turned smoothly. I opened the door and saw…”
            I stop. I close my eyes and breathe. This is harder than I thought it would be. Detective Morris doesn’t persuade me to go on. I cover my face with my hands and silent tears start to trickle down my cheeks. I wipe my eyes and take a deep breath. Detective Morris takes this opportunity to speak.
            “Nick, please, we need this information. No matter how hard it is, I need you to tell me what you saw in Samantha’s room.”
            I take another shaky breath and speak, “Detective Morris, have you ever had someone close to you die, someone that meant the world to you?”
            He looks and me with a sudden expression of sorrow, “No. I haven’t had anyone that meant the world to me. Mr. Parker, we’re done here. You may leave.”
            “No…I want to finish.”
            Detective Morris looks at me surprised and waits for me to continue.
            “…I walked into her room and saw…vines, covering everything. But, they weren’t just there; they were still growing, quickly. I looked around and saw her bed with a large lump covered in the vines. It look me all too long to figure out it was her. As soon as I realized it was Samantha, I was there in a second. Tearing and ripping at the vines. Every peace I ripped off just grew right back. I finally managed to pull enough off, so that I saw her face. It was bruised and bloodied. Her eyes were closed, but she was still breathing. I could tell, though, that she wasn’t going to be breathing for much longer. Her eyes then opened slowly. She looked at me and said my name. She told me…she told me to not open the book. Then, her eyes closed and she stopped breathing. The vines covered her and I lost her to them.”
            Detective Morris was looking down as I finished my story, “Thank you, Mr. Parker. You may go.”
            For the first time in a week I felt at peace. After telling the story of Samantha’s death, I realized that I needed to let go…so, I did…

A Dream, a Choice, and a Broken Heart

I’m standing on a stone path. Three roads sit before me. Three choices sit before me. I can feel that this is a dream, but everything is vivid and I know the roads mean something. I feel as if they’re important.
            Unwillingly my eyes are forced to look down the first path. I see my parents and my brother. They stand close to each other and they beckon me to come with them. I try to follow, but something restrains me. Thoughts flood my mind.
            For years I had sat aside miserably as my parents clung to my younger brother. I was adopted and through my whole life I never felt like I belonged to that family. They neglected me. They still neglect me.
            I look down the second road, leaving my family behind. Down this road I see a beautiful city. Immediately I can name it as New York. My parents had taken me there when I was younger, before my brother was born and I had just felt like I belonged there. It became my favorite place in the whole world. I remember every feeling of happiness I had there and I soon try to stride forward towards the beautiful lights and buildings, but my eyes are averted and cast down the third road.
            I stare confused down it. There is nothing, absolutely nothing. There is no sky or ground, only black, only darkness. I still look confused down that road. It doesn’t make sense to me. I look down each road once again and I know I must choose. I always have to make a choice.  
            I look at my family and as much as I think I want to leave them and runaway, I can’t. I long to see New York, to live there, but I know I will never be free. But, staying with my family is too painful. I don’t want to feel that pain of not belonging and feeling unloved. I look down the third road again.
            That is my choice. Nothing. As long as there is nothing, I can’t feel anything. Finally, my legs move and I slowly walk down the third road, no longer a forked road…

My name is Eliza Mason. I have been sixteen for the past three years. Three years ago I died. Three years ago I had a dream that changed my life. It gave me a choice and I took the choice of nothing. I committed suicide. But, now I sit miserably aside with not quite something, but not quite nothing. I’m stuck in between the two.
            For three years I have sat, immoveable, and watched the lives of my family go by. These years have caused me pain far above any I ever endured while living. Through this time I see that my choice of taking my life wasn’t actually my choice. I made it, but it wasn’t mine to make.
            I sit now and watch once again a scene that has played in my families’ lives multiple times. My mother sits in my room, alone. My dad is at work and my brother is still at school. She does this every afternoon.
            She sits there now, silent and emotionless. She sits on my bed and picks up a picture of me on the nightstand. Slowly, she strokes the glass and a small tear runs down her face. Eventually she starts to shake violently and her mouth opens, but I hear nothing.
            That is another pain I must face through this time. My eyes are unable to blink so I witness every second of my families’ lives, but I can’t hear anything. I hear only silence. I see their mouths move, but no sound makes it to my ears.
            I see my mother screaming and I feel as if I can almost hear her. She lies down on my bed and holds the frame to her chest. For another hour she sits there crying until her tears finally run dry. She then sets the picture back and wipes her face. She leaves the room and shuts the door slowly.
            Another scene I witness every so often is my families weekly “get together”. Every Monday they sit together in the living room and they turn on a movie, my favorite movie. Silent tears always run down my dad’s cheeks, tears and shaking with my mom. Though my brother now just sits with emotionless eyes he once would sob into my mom’s shoulder.
            Every day I experience new and old things, but every time I see it they cut deep into me. I may not be able to hear, but I can feel more than I have ever been able to feel before. I can even cry and I do most of the time. Every time I see my family cry I cry with them.
            I never would have thought my family loved me so much. I had always felt as if they had neglected me, that because I was adopted I didn’t actually belong to their family. I was wrong though.
            I did belong and I still do. They have never forgotten me, I see that every day. My mother sitting in my room every afternoon. My father silently looking at a picture of me in his wallet while at work. Even my brother has a picture of me sitting in his locker at school. He doesn’t even try to hide it. He evens shows it off to his friends.
            I sit here every day and every night, looking at the love my family had and still has for me. I feel deep regret and more pain than I have ever felt. I love them, and I know I chose the wrong road. The first road was always the right one to take; I just didn’t sit to think if it really was. I refused to ever think that it was the right path. But, now I know it was and I will never be able to go back. I will forever sit by and watch with a broken heart as my family still loves me and keeps me in their broken hearts.

The Black Death

A life of health, filled with fun and laughter
Where one would always be your friend
A life of light, filled with riches and love
And then one day, that life will end
A life of carefree people who live life large
Never a thought of losing breath
A life of caring people who keep their love
Never a thought of such painful a death
With piercing cries of blood and pain
This painful death will hit them hard
To strike at their lives with blades so sharp
And leave their bodies bloodied and scarred
With piercing cries of loss and sorrow
This painful death will still raid on
To strike at their lives with fire and ash
And leave their bodies lifeless at dawn

Some may try to run and hide
But this death will always seek
For this is no game for the lives of them
Whose bodies turn to that of a freak
Some may try to fight it off
But this death cannot be killed or beat
And strikes sharp at the ones so blind
Then burns them dry with Hell’s high heat
All, either innocent or guilty
Will face the wrath of the Devil’s hand
He blankets the earth with pain so high
And his death rages through the land
A child sleeping in its mother’s arms
Slowly starts to see the ring of rosies
And soon infected with the stench of death
Will fill their pockets full of posies

Bodies will lie dead, scattered in the street
Until each one burns to ash
And though friend, family, or love
Once infected, they will surely dash
And once too weak to rise from bed
Your body so deformed and rundown
Fire will form through swollen eyes
Then, ashes, ashes, we all fall down

A Fall Too Deep

Wind swept over my skin, chilling me. I fell farther and faster. Closing my eyes, I smiled. I heard nothing, felt nothing, thought nothing. But, the sensation was overwhelming. Slowly, I opened my eyes and my smile faded. I heard the wind passing sharply and harshly past my ears. I felt fear envelope me. And I thought, I’m going to die.

“Haley?” I look up as Miss Taylor calls my name.
            “Umm…can you repeat the question?” I ask and I feel my face go red as my classmates laugh around me, making rude faces and comments.
            Miss Taylor sighs, “Jessica? Can you please answer the question?”
            Jessica Marsh gives me a smug look as she answers Miss Taylor’s question, still unknown to me, “The war of 1812.”
            “Thank you, Jessica,” Miss Taylor says and continues. “Now, I want everyone to turn to page six hundred and thirty-four in your text books.”
            I open up my book and slip my paper into the binding, pretending to read. I don’t pick up my pencil again, but I just stare at the picture that had kept me from answering the question.
            It was a simple sketch of a water fall. The Falls. My family and I go there every spring. I wait with anticipation as the time rolls by each year. That’s what’s keeping my mind so occupied. Once school ends I will be off to The Falls. It’s like Christmas for me.
            This year I especially needed to go. We go for a whole two weeks and I would take two days to get away from school. School is hard for me both academically and socially.
            I’ve never been to well in school, getting a c plus average. This year I moved to Widow Brooke High School at the beginning of the second semester. The teachers here are hard. They don’t give me any second chances. I miss my old school. I especially miss my friends.
            Once I came here I became the “New Girl” permanently. I still am. I don’t have any friends and everyone neglects me as a stranger every day. They treat me like I’m a disease or something. But, I have to deal with it. I just hope not for too long. That’s why I want to escape to The Falls.\
            The bell finally rings and I shut my book quickly, too excited to remember to take the sketch out. Everyone is out the door before I am. As I am about to leave Miss Taylor calls me over to her desk. I nervously and anxiously walk over.
            “Haley, are you alright today? Your mind seemed to be straying from my lesson.” Miss Taylor looks at me with a strict look.
            I look towards the door, “I’m fine. I just…haven’t been feeling too well lately.”
            “That’s no excuse for not listening in class, is it?”
            “No, Miss Taylor.”
            Miss Taylor looks at me again, unsmiling, “You may go.”
            I just about run from the room. I can’t help smiling as images of The Falls rush through my head. I burst out the school’s doors and I see my parents waiting for me. They smile warmly.
            “How was school?” my dad asks as I climb into the back seat and through my backpack onto the floor.
            “It was fine.” My parents didn’t know I was struggling. They got calls from the school on multiple occasions about my school work, but they thought I was happy at school. I never told them the truth.
            “Nikki called today. She said they’re going to be a little late this year to The Falls,” my mother says without looking at me. She must know I’d be disappointed.
            “Okay.” I didn’t want to show her I was.
            Nikki Black is my best friend. I miss her the most. Her family always comes up with us to The Falls each year and I was so excited to see her. I just knew everything would be better once we got there.
            We don’t even go home. My parents had already packed everything and we drive right from the school. I shake every second of the ride. I can’t keep my mind from The Falls. The drive there seems like it take days, but in reality it only takes a few hours.
            Finally, the car pulls into the camp sight, right on top of The Falls. I jump out of the car before my parents can even turn it off. I run to the edge of the cliff and look over. Two hundred feet down. I breathe in the sweet air of the rushing water and for once I smile a genuine smile.
            “Haley, don’t get too close to the edge,” my mom calls to me as her and my dad start to unpack the tents. She says that to me every year and this year I’m glad to hear it.
            “Come help us set up the tents,” Dad calls to me and I walk over, happy to help, excited even.
            Once we get the tents set up and every inside, I pull out my blanket and walk back to the edge of The Falls. I lay out my blanket right next to the water and sit down, taking in the setting sun’s rays.
            I suddenly wake up, confused. I realize I had fallen asleep on my blanket and someone had thrown another one over me and put my head on a pillow. I do this almost every year.
            I look up at the stars, the millions and millions of stars. I sigh and close my eyes again, just listening to the sound of the water falling off of the cliff. I fall asleep to it.
            In the morning, I wake to the bright sunrise. Sitting up, I look out onto the horizon. Over my shoulder I hear my parents waking up.
            “Good morning,” my mom says in her bright morning tone.
            Slowly my dad comes out after her with bags under his eyes. My mom had always been a morning person. My dad? Not so much. I took after my dad, but when I was here, I could stay awake all day and all night.
            “Good morning!” I call. Standing up, I walk over to the cooler and take out a jug of milk.
            After we eat a nice breakfast of cold cereal my mom’s phone rings. She picks it up.
            “Hello?” She says brightly.
            I can hear another voice speaking on the other line and I recognize Nikki, but I can’t tell what she’s saying. My mom’s face darkens and she frowns. I look at her nervously.
            “Oh, that’s alright. We’ll be fine. Thank you for calling, Nikki. I’ll tell her.” My mom ends the call and looks over to me, “Nikki says that they can’t make it.”
            I just stare in shock and disappointment. I feel as if a rock just hit me in the gut. Tears start to fill my eyes and I can’t help but choke my sobs. My dad puts his arm around me.
            “We know how much you wanted to see her, Haley, but these things happen.” I look up at my dad angrily.
            “No! These things just happen to me.” I shove his arm off and run into my tent, zipping up the door.
            My parents never come in to see if I’m alright and I’m glad they don’t or I may have given something away. I hate to admit it, but I was thinking.
            When I went into my tent I thought hard on what to do. I thought about my life and what it had become, how it was falling apart. I have nothing anymore. It seemed in a second that my life just became pointless, like it was worth it. For hours I thought about this until it grew dark and I heard my parents go to bed.
            I breathe in and out slowly, trying to calm my fears. Small tears stream down my cheek as I think about what I am about to do. Slowly, I unzip my tent and walk out into the cool, night air. I walk over to my blanket which is stilling lying by the water. I sit down on it.
            Once I calm myself, I stand back up and fold my blanket and neatly set in onto the ground. Then, I remove my socks and jacket and lay them next to the blanket. I then step up to the cliff’s edge.  I breathe slowly and quietly. Closing my eyes I take one more breath, before I fall.
            It seemed like hours as I was falling. It was quiet and calming. Soothing, almost.
            Wind sweeps over my skin, chilling me. I fall farther and faster. Closing my eyes, I smile. I hear nothing, feel nothing, think nothing. But, the sensation is overwhelming. Slowly, I open my eyes and my smile fades. I hear the wind passing sharply and harshly past my ears. I feel fear envelope me. And I think, I’m going to die.
            But I didn’t and I will always regret that.