Choice

My breathing was slowing. I looked to the left of me and I saw bright lights, unicorns, rainbows, you get the idea. But when I looked to my right, a horrible sight awaited my eyes. People staggering around, big eyes filled with agony. The worst part, though, was that my parents were there. They were kneeling, facing me. Their eyes were full of pain and longing. It was almost as if they were waiting for me. I looked at my hands, clinging desperately to the cliff edge. Suddenly, I heard my mother's voice, loud above the others. "Ivy?" She called. And then all noise came back and I couldn't make out what she was saying. I knew one thing though. I could easily escape all this. I could let go of the rock. Sure, it would hurt, landing on the jagged rocks below. But I would be in a happier place. Abruptly, everything went away. This moment was mine, to choose between life or death. So I mouthed 'Sorry' to my parents, gave one last look to the sunny side, and let go.