Chapter 43
I chose death.
My parents and John burst through the protective door.
I turned to face the three of them.
It felt pointless.
“Sweetheart, Mommy made a mistake. Can you forgive me?”
“Dad shouldn’t have spoken to you that way. It was all because someone was stirring up trouble!”
It didn’t matter.
John kept explaining his reasons over and over.
But I no longer cared to listen.
Why is it that now, in my death, everyone suddenly loves me?
“Lisa, please don’t jump. Can we talk this through?”
“I’ve said it. No.”
I glanced at their faces, one by one.
Remember, I won’t meet you again in the next life.
Janet didn’t come.
Perhaps she was crying at home in secret.
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I opened my arms to them.
Smiled a little, and leaned back.
The wind rushed past my ears as I felt the thrill of falling under gravity.
“We’ll never meet again.”
I seemed to become a wisp of a soul.
I stood beside my own body, watching my parents weeping on the ground.
Their cries were heart-wrenching.
My mother kept bowing to the ground, begging for my forgiveness.
Someone had called an ambulance and police, trying to pull them away, but they frantically pushed everyone aside.
“It’s impossible, my daughter isn’t dead! My daughter isn’t dead!”
Then she cried out in anguish, admitting her mistakes and begging me to come back.
But what did it matter?
My consciousness grew dim.
I was dead.
I had found freedom.