I'm climbing up. One hand grabs a rock, one foot steps on the rock, then again on the other side.
I feel light. I don't know why everything is like this.
They're waiting for me at the top of the cliff.
Is this test good enough to prove I'm not crazy? Will my parents ever stop pressuring me?
One hand, one foot.
I can't reach the other rock, it's too high up.
Theirs no one behind me to help. So I try to keep reaching.
My foot slips. I go back down a little and hold on, hold on as if my life depended on it... Oh wait it does.
Isn't this what I've been waiting to do? Don't I just want to let go? Feel the rush of the wind as I fall to my death?
Why don't I just let go?!
They're calling me, asking me if everything is fine.
I just look up and smile, smile but yet tears are running down my cheeks.
If I pass this test, and go back home can I ever really accomplish my parents dream? I don't want to be anywhere!
What if I try once more? What if I could climb this cliff, and show the shrinks they're wrong?
I'm almost there.
As I'm climbing I'm thinking about what it would like to live a happy life with my family.
I've reached the top.
I wipe the tears from my face, and smile.
I run, run towards them. I hug them. And I whisper "I'm sorry. I dint know why Ive been trying to kill myself... I love you..."