Here I am; standing atop the 26th floor of the Smith building overlooking lower Manhattan. As I look down, I note that the ledge is old and chipping and I hope that it doesn't give out before I have time to explain why I'm doing this. People have started to gather around the bottom of the building in a sort of "half-circle" so that if I jump, they won't get splashed. It's weird seeing all these people paying attention to me now; yet, they were the same people who would have ignored me yesterday had I not climbed up onto a giant building. I yell down something like, "I'm not going to jump...leave!" but no one can hear me from this distance; it all just seems muffled. From a few blocks down, I see a police car approaching and I start to get nervous. The police car parks, and with the lights still on, the officer gets on the blowhorn and tells me, "Everything's going to be okay," and that, "Someone cares about you, don't do it." I look around for a way to get out of this but I know it's no use. I try to move further on down the ledge but as I take my first step, part of the ledge crumbles and I start to fall. I quickly grab onto the edge of the ledge but I can only hold on for so long. I try to pull myself up, but my unused gym membership doesn't help. My hand slips and I fall. As I pass story after story, I close my eyes and take a deep breathe in. If this is how I'm going to leave this life, I don't want to freakout while I'm doing it. The strong wind is so hard on my ears I can hardly hear the shrieks, but as I get closer to the pavement, it gets louder and louder. Suddenly, impact, fear, death approaching. I keep my eyes closed and I hear people crying and screaming. There's a white light shining through my mind and my body is propelled toward it. I get closer and closer to the light until, nothing.