On The Edge - A Short Story

"I am stood at the edge of the crumbling cliff, staring out into the night sky, shrouded by menacing clouds. The scene below me consists of jagged rocks, as sharp as daggers, and crashing waves, as loud as thunder, although I hear nothing. "

"The truth is that I am scared. Scared of what it will be like, of what will become of me. Scared of the possibility that heaven doesn't really exist, and instead I am stepping into a black hole; a void of nothingness which will swallow me up when death finally greets me."

"I could see that I was hurting him, but I had no choice. This couldn't go on."

"I begin to shake uncontrollably..."