When I got back to my apartment, I locked the door behind me. Man, I
wanted to get high. I took my everlasting supply of candy from my
cupboard. I put one in my mouth then realized I was just making
myself fatter. I marched to the balcony and spit it out. It flew over
the giant out-of-place tree that seemed to separate our building from
the next. I emptied all my candy out the window. They filtered down
through the leaves of the tree. I liked that. Esthetically it was
just really pleasing.
Emotions were firing through my body. I was confused and overwhelmed
and I just wanted heroin. I didn’t know what to do next.
I climbed up on the railing and teetered for a second. The railing
was no more than an inch thick. I was flying high above the world. It
was dangerous, it was exciting. I was scared and I felt alive.
I jumped.
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