Here I am on the edge of a cliff looking down at the tumultuous waves. The circumstances that brought me into this situation are horrendous. Bad luck had fallen upon me worse than ever before.

The wind ran its icy fingers through my long hair and buffeted my emaciated body. How simple it would be to let the wind take the reigns. To let it push me off this cliff with the aid of gravity.

I stare, mesmerized, into the watery depths below. The release of death beckons me with each roaring wave. Calls for me. I have nothing left. I clench my eyes shut and step into nothingness.