That is how I got here, at the bridge near our house.

I am standing near the edge, looking down at the dark waves that are roaring in the river below.

I am scared and tired and comfortable and most of all, brave.

I am not usually this selfless, but I realize now that I owe this to Linnea, if I had only believed her, I may not be in this situation.

I close my eyes as pictures of my family rush through my mind.

When I jump I think

Falling

Falling

Falling

Hurting

Dead

Flying