• "You can't do this."
    "Sure I can."
    "It's stupid...and dangerous. You can't do it."
    "Watch me."
    "Please don't!" She fell to her knees, and grabbed his legs. She was sobbing, and her makeup was running. She looked a mess.
    "I'm gonna do it. You can't stop me." He broke her grip, and walked over to the edge.
    "Don't, please!" She reached out her arm, in an attempt to reach him. He would always remember her that way, looking so pathetic. He turned away from her and walked off the cliff.
    "NNNOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!" She ran over and looked over the cliff. She watched as his body fell, wishing he were by her side.

    He hit the ground a mintue later. He heard his skull, and ribs crack. He figured he would die, but that was his plan. He would die, and no one would have to deal with his trouble making ever again. No one would tell him wha the could or couldn't do. It was the best option for him.
    He saw darkness, and it grew, blocking his vision. He felt the breath of death, and welcomed him as an old friend.

    A week later, he was surprised to wake up in a hosptail bed. He looked around, but didn't see much. He heard a doctor come in, and he faced the direction of the noise.
    "How...?"
    "There was a girl at the top of cliff. She called us. You owe her your life." He walked over to him. "It's really quite a miralce that your alive. A fall from that hight, you should have died on impact."
    "I wish I were dead." The doctor looked over at him and frowned.
    "Why whould you say such a thing?"
    "I hate people. They always tell me what not to do. I got sick of it."
    "You're a child. Of course people are gonna tell you what to do. Adults always tell people younger then them what to do because they care about them."
    The doctor left after that, and the boy rolled his eyes. He looked around, and saw something that intersted him.
    He unhooked the wires the doctors had attached to him, and sat up in the bed. He swung his legs over the side, and slowly stood up. He then limped over to the counter, and saw the what he was looking for. He wasn't exactly sure what it was, but it was sharp, and that was all he cared for .
    He picked it up, closed his eyes, ...and stabbed himself. He wasn't dead, so he stabbed himself again, and again, and then he fell over onto the counter, finally dead.