The air was misty and cold, the damp roof of the building I was walking on wetting the bottoms of my feet as I made my way to the side. The air smelled fresher than normal, was it the fact it would be the last breath? Being in an industrial side of town they usually didn't have clean air, but of course, the crisp cool wind gave my goosebumps and it smelled clean to me.

    No one was really up at this time besides the passing cars on the roads since it was so late at night, and I doubted they would see me. For, they were to busy with heading towards there destination when mine was coming to an end. The cool breeze tickled my bare legs, and made me wish I was in something warmer. I was in a dress. A short white dress. The one I had always dreamed of myself falling in. I never wore dresses anymore because I felt they were to feminine. And I was not feminine. Oh no, I didn't feel like a girl. I didn't feel like anything. But here I was, on the edge of a building, in a white dress. How curious it was. Indeed curious, but maybe this proved I really was a girl.

    I stood over the stonewall that separated me from life and death. I could see street lights lined out in front of me and cars driving passed, unaware of the things in front of them. I thought back to the letter I left in my apartment. It must be dark and depressing there right now. I thought of how I had to climb over this stone wall before jumping because I was too afraid to jump from there, and plus, I wanted to make this as dramatic as possible. Being a narcissist I had to have it planned exactly how I wanted it.

    I step over the small stone wall with shaky jello legs, my heart was pounding, screaming to me that I was afraid. But I couldn't back down. I had to play this scene out exactly how I wanted, and exactly how it was suppose to be. Every movie had an end and I knew mine had to be ending soon. Too much pressure at work, my father dying, my cat dying, my mom moving somewhere with her new husband, my brothers never calling, me not having any friends. I just had to have something go my way.

    I put my arms out and felt a gust of wind whoosh through me, sending my arms straight back to my sides. I was afraid. My heart was pounding, and I was so afraid. It would be so easy to back down. I put my arms out again and looked up at the sky before closing my eyes. I felt another gust.

    "Rain down and destroy me..." I whisper to the sky, and taking deep breath. Each part of me quivered from the chills of the wind and my fear of dying. "Rain down and destroy me." I whisper even quieter. As pathetic as it was, I felt a tear run down my cheek. A burst of anger welling up inside me. "Rain down and destroy me!"

    "What's that from?" I whip around and almost fall over to see a small skinny woman behind me, watching me. I turn pale and stutter, not making any words for a minute.

    "A song." I explained plainly to her, guilt filling my insides and fear that I might be taken to a hospital.

    "Why are you singing it?" She asked, her voice was soft and high pitched, almost musical to listen to. She took a step forward and you could really see how beautiful she was. Her face was round, except for her pointed chin, her hair brownish red and looking like it had been dyed, her body small, she had no shape, but she was beautiful. I couldn't figure out why she looked so beautiful to me. Maybe it was her hazel eyes, almond shaped, or her small pointed nose. Maybe it was her small, plump lips, or those child-like hands.

    "I always imagined jumping to that song..." I say simply, staring blankly at the lady who stands before me. She looks down and crosses her arms over her chest. A normal pose I can tell that is for her.

    "I don't think that's what he thought it would be when he wrote it..." She said staring up at the sky. Her crossed arms slowly turn to hugging her shoulders, showing that she was becoming cold from the weather. I look at her in surprise.

    "How do you-" I begin to ask but she cuts me off.

    "My ex." She says quickly. I was pretty stunned and I stood there on the side of a building trying to process that my celebrity crush's ex is watching me stand here waiting to jump. I couldn't get that through my mind.

    "You...?" Was all I could make out, and of course I didn't believe her. She must have just been a fan who decided to lie. She must be a pathological liar since how smoothly that lie rolled off her tongue.

    "Dated six months in high school before he broke up with me." She sighed and her eyes slowly rests on my dull blue ones. I stare back, sort of afraid.

    "Why did he break up with you?" I ask since this story was quite intriguing in my mind. I would hate for Tyler to ever break up with me. As if he'd ever go out with me in the first place.

    "I think he was planning on killing himself." She looked away and bit her lip. The very sentence made my face crunch unhappily and every muscle becoming tense within my body. "Of course, he came to school the next day. Learning, playing basketball, ignoring me..." She sat on the wall I had climbed over and patted the spot next to her. I sit next to here, looking at her for a second before looking down at the streets below. Cars were still moving and no one seemed to noticed the two women at the top.

    "But I remember when he wrote that song, and I remember his depression. He surely didn't think about someone jumping off a building when he wrote that." She said sternly looking at me. I look down at the sidewalk below, trying to blink away the welling up tears in my eyes.

    The lady put a hand on my shoulder. It was cold and it reminded me of how cold I was. "Why don't we get off of this building and go somewhere...warm?" She suggested looking at me while I stare straight down at the ground.The dark voice within me kept repeating to jump, but I hardly ever listened to it. Everything sounded out and I tried, I really did, but I got too scared and felt two wrap around my waist, leaning towards her side since she was too weak to pull me over.

    "I'm sorry..." I whisper, my body trembling as she held me. I heard her breath quiver fearfully. She acted so cool until I sounded her out.

    "I know."

    We made our way down and she drove me home. When we got inside, my house was dark and damp, as I thought it would be. I go over to where I put my letter and laid it carefully into the garbage can.

    "Should I make hot cocoa?" She asks, trying to break the silence that was clearly killing me. I shrug and she walks into the kitchen, looking through all my drawers and observing how I live my life. It was sickly clean,as though it would be on a TV show or a skit, and everything was in order.

    I go over and lay on the couch where I wrap myself in an old blanket my best friend once gave me when I was fourteen.

"You know, I always talked to Tyler about this one show I really liked..." She babbled on and I listened to her like she was one of my favorite songs. "I swore he'd get so annoyed and would try to change the subject." She laughed and I didn't even know why. I was so tired. I drifted off to sleep knowing a stranger, one that knew the song I was jumping to, had saved my life.