I didn't want to do it. I really didn't. But there were too many of them. They were backing me up. Surrounding me, each one of them with a knife. I didn't have a choice. It was either go towards them, or move backwards two more steps.
Off the ledge.
Off the skyscraper.
I should have gone towards them. Let them kill me. It would have been easier, less torturous, than what was to come. But I didn't. All I could think of at that moment was Death, and how if I saw him the hard way, that soon, he would blame no one but himself.
I turned around.
I jumped.
And I spread my wings and flew.
Nothing will ever be the same.