Chapter 3
"I'm holding on/Why is everything so heavy?" Linkin Park, "Heavy" Two weeks ago, Connor and I went to the edge of the cliff, worried about the outcome. I heard that other students called me a bastard child for believing Chester hanged himself at school the other day. It hit me in the heart. That's what led me to the cliff. Connor got concerned. "Please tell me you're not gonna jump off of there, Tristan," he said, nervously. "What's the point? I'm dirt! I'm crazy! There's no other way to live this godforsaken life," I yelled, panicking to the point of oblivion. "Please, dude. I appreciate you and your family. For the love of mike, don't do it!" I ignored his cries. I inched closer to the edge. Closer, closer. Then I stopped. I closed my eyes, then I threw myself down to a watery grave. I didn't breathe till I was a foot away from the water. My eyes were still closed and my body just floated