A Man On The Edge

New York.I fucking hate New York. So I'm standing here, on the edge of this roof.

I look down, seeing people swarm about the streets, traffic whizzing by. Nobody knows, pfffft, would they even care?

The drops about 80ft. This time, definite.

Leaning forward, sobbing, past memories start running.

Suddenly, a gust of wind sweeps at my feet.

I grab the edge with my left hand, i'm dangling now.

No, don't want this! I'm terrified.Please God!

Winds beginning to pick up, it's battering me from all angles.

I swing my body.

Reach with my right hand.

My left hand slips.