Jump, jump, jump!! It rings in my ears; I only hear: Jump, jump, jump!! Just, do it already! Coward! Then I throw myself out. I only hear the wind rushing in my ears, and it feels like an eternity before I reach the water. I stood on a high bridge, but now the blood is rushing, and I’m falling. I feel what I’ve desired. Flying freedom. Rapid speed. A hovering angel. I have time to think about surprisingly much. I think about my mom, my dad, and my sister. What will they say and feel about this? Will they miss me? Will they mourn? When will they find out? There are many questions at the end like this. Now it’s happening, what I’ve wanted to do for so long. Why did I wait so long? A tormented soul gets what it wants. Strangely, I take a deep breath just before reaching the water. Why would that breath be needed? When my whole head is soaked in water, I feel myself being pulled up again. As if all my friends were hanging, one by one, down from the bridge and grabbed my feet. But it’s just the bungee cord doing its job, and thank goodness for that. Otherwise, it would have ended far too tragically.