“You'd better not! I won't fucking forgive you!” She yelled out to me, yet I ignored her cries, even though it pained my heart to do so. I put one foot over the edge and I leaned forward. I closed my eyes and I felt my body go into freefall.

 I slowly approached my doom, yet I felt strangely at peace. It seemed as though there was no tension, no stress, like the melancholic feeling you get from listening to calming classical music.

 It was kind of ironic if you think about it. I had somehow become the tragic hero of my very own life even though I hated it at first. It went from being just a way to run away from it all, to it being the sole reason for my existence. It was... Pathetic? Sad? Unfulfilling? I couldn’t think of a fitting adjective.

 As the end came closer, I began to think about the things I had never experienced. I will never experience the future, nor will I see the ending of that show I was watching. Perhaps when I arrive at the bottom, God himself will greet me with a glimpse into the future.

 Finally, I could feel like the ground was approaching. I began to wonder “Will my body will just break, or if it will go ‘Splat’ like in the movies. Maybe I will just bounce? I might even survive if I tuck my head in?” yet I tossed those thoughts aside and began to mentally prepare myself. It was the end… 

 I awoke in cold sweat. Not because of a nightmare, but because I had dozed off in class. I raised my head slowly and looked around.  Luckily, neither the teachers nor my classmates had noticed. To be honest, nobody even cared. They were too busy either paying attention or dozing off themselves. Even the teacher sounded like he was about to fall asleep. 

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 I pretended to take notes until the sweet release of the bell finally rung among the halls. You could hear the students flee into the halls. I too soon followed, after taking my bag, and I headed home.

 I walked through the desolate halls which lead to the back exit, which was located on the south side of my school. There were, at most, five people in that whole part of the school, and half of those people were the staff. It makes you wonder why they kept the south exit open. I didn’t mind as it made my walk home shorter.

 I made my way to the exit and headed out. Finally, I was free of the social constraint that was school, but to my dismay, as I walked outside I was stopped by a very large and buff man. He seemed to be blocking.

 I mustered all of the courage I had and spoke in the softest tone I could.“Hey, may I pass, please?” The man looked at me as if he was looking at trash. 

“No, you may fucking not.” He said in a voice so deep, I could drown in it. Before I spoke again, I peeked at what was happening behind him. What I saw was a three on one fight against one of my classmates. 

 The guy standing in front of me noticed my staring and tried to push me away.“You wanna get beat up too!? Can I beat this one up too?” He yelled loudly without turning around, yet nobody responded. He slowly turned around, and to both of our surprise, the three bullies were out cold, and the only one standing was Kain… my classmate.

 The big guy pushed me aside and took off running. Kain approached me and sat down right beside where I had fallen.“Yo… um… Jake, right?” He used his sleeve to remove some of the blood from where he seemed to have bitten his lip.

“Yeah, you got it right.” I wanted to stand up but I just couldn’t find it in me.

“Are you okay?” Kain seemed genuinely worried for me. “Did that guy hit you or something?”

“Nah, I’m just kind of tired.” I tried to make an excuse.

“Alright then. By the way, I’m Kain.” He introduced himself, even though we were already classmates. “Do you want to hang out sometime?”

 I wanted to say no, I wanted to refuse and to just go home and sleep. I didn’t want to do anything, nor did I want to go anywhere. So, I stood up, gathered my courage and decided to refuse.“Sure, why not.”