Thinking.

I stand at the top of the cliff. A sheer plunge greets me on one side, eternal unhappiness on the other. Choices, choices... Death or a living hell? Such a tough decision...

I often come here, just to get away from it all. To get away from the suffocating despair my life holds for me. I drive here, stand at the top of the cliff, and just... Think. Think back on everything that has happened in my life.

Meeting the one man I loved more than anything else, marrying him, raising a child, just to watch him walk out the door for some summer romance.

Letting my mum and dad slip away, without a single goodbye, a single kiss, a single 'Please don't go'...

Watching my daughter spin rapidly out of control. Drink, drugs, sex... She lives a mad lifestyle.

Marrying a man I didn't really love, just to let him beat me night after night...

I often come here to think. 'What about?' I hear you wonder. Well, I often think about just ending it all. Just stepping off the edge of the cliff and plunging into an eternal abyss.

I'm here again tonight. Only this time, I'm not thinking. By now, my daughter should have found the note I left on her bed for her.

Without a hint of regret or hesitation, I walk towards the edge. My tears catch in my throat and burn at my eyelids. I turn, and take a look back at the parked SUV. I run back to the car, drop my jacket inside and slam the door shut for the last time. I turn, and run for the cliff edge. I jump, and the last thing I hear is my mother's voice saying,
'I love you, my darling.'

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