Falling. (Prologue)

I got out of the car and took slow strides up to the cliff. My head was spinning with emotions: anger, resentment, fear, disappointment. I reached the top of the cliff and looked down, seeing the sharp rocks and splashing waves of the lake. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and smelled the air around me. It smelled fresh of nature. The wind was howling and it looked like a storm was coming in. "Today's the perfect day," I thought to myself. I put one foot over the edge of the cliff playing chicken with myself. My heart was pounding against my chest. I heard the tune of a timpani in my beating heart. I imagined myself with the same fear and hurt in my eyes as my victims. In this moment I was feeble and I felt a desire to end that pain that I'd caused. I closed my eyes once more and put my arms out to my sides as if I was a bird spreading its wings for the first time. Then, I fell.