I wish I could go back and fix what ive done. It was long ago back when I was young. I was stupid and dangerous trying to trasport myself out of this hell but I did it anyway. The rusty-red truck was old and barely worked. Beyond the jump there was a drop of 100 meters and far away the other bank. I was as scared as fly in a flyspray factory but on the other side of the cliff was freedom. I started the engine it barley coughed to life I wound down the window and looked at my only friends face. “I’ll see you on the other side one day” I said “you don’t have to do this” he said, then I looked him in the eyes and said “yes I do.” Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Now I lie here unable to move nearly dead and I feel disgusted to live in this earth.