The air is crisp are clear, though my thoughts are jumbled and foggy. Standing on the cliff of trust. Looking down, there is no bottom. No end to whatever may come, no hope of ever reaching the bottom- to die. To die and forget about everything. To die and not have to worry. To die, and be happy. Closer and closer, the wind pushes me to the edge. One more step and down I go. One more step, and I'm falling forever. Palms sweaty, knees week; I give in. I fall, tumble forward- I catch the edge. I hold on tight, not yet ready to fall into the pit of trust- the never ending pit of trust. I hold on, until my fingers begin to swell and bleed. Until my hands become red, and weak. I close my eyes, ready to let go. A hand grabs mine- a girl, so pale, hazel eyes and blond hair. She smiles "Don't worry, I'm here." she begins to help me up, I look up at her- find little edges to place my feet on, to help me up. So close I am, so close to the top. The girl's face becomes solemn. She loosens her grip, her eyes filled with hatred "But now, I have to go." She lets go. I'm left falling, forever
