This story is based off the Japanese movie, Suicide Club.

In the beginning, 54 schoolgirls hold hands and jump off the platform into the way of a train.

Later on in the movie, 100+ students jump off the school roof together.

(The 6th floor thing's like, nothing. Just that the highest floor in my school is the 6th floor.)

One Final Jump

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What do you think it’s like?

To spread your arms and jump.

Your life flashing black and white before your eyes.

An adrenaline rush.

What pushed you to do it?

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(Life sucks; I know that better than anyone.)

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It sounds interesting- shall we try?

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(54 down. It’s an interesting way to end, anyway.)

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Floating down to the ground- but actually, you’re falling.

Falling to let earth welcome you.

To let her hug you with her cold, hard, thorny arms.

Who told you to do it?

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(I’ve been wondering about this for a while. I’d like to try, one day.)

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It’s been a cruel day, hasn’t it?

When wherever you turn, you’re faced with suffering.

And broken roads.

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(Another 100 something gone. I have to!)

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It’s fast, isn’t it?

Seconds pass. Minutes pass. Hours, Days, Weeks, Months, Years?

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(I can’t wait for the day. I feel like every second lasts a century.)

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And then you jump.

Soaring, arms stretched out.

It’s so fast; the world must be a blur for you.

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(From the 6th floor?)

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Then you see the blackness and the light.

It’s all over now, isn’t it?

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(My turn’s over now. Would you like to join me?)

I might submit this to my school's literary magazine- Voice.

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