The wind licked at my exposed ankles as my long skirt swayed in the breeze. I’d never seen my home town from that angle before. As I scanned the rooftops in search of my childhood home, memories flooded back; the playground bullying, the day the bad thoughts started, the way no one ever listened. Right there, as I stood on top of the world, I was empty. I didn’t care for anything, and no one cared for me. I was fed up of being lost. So I lifted one foot, and stretched it out in front of me. Then I jumped.
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