"Jizabelle! What are you doing!?" Screamed out a voice. I was too focused to answer, or care who it was.

    I was looking down at the ground. The ground that I thought would haunt all the people who had ever done me wrong, but ultimitaley it was the ground that haunted me.

     It was March 7, 2017, in Philedelphia, Pennsylvania.

   I had decided that I had enough.

For 4 years, I have done nothing but suffer.
Just when I thought that life was getting better, someone threw reality straight back at me and I realized more that happiness was not for me.

    It all started with a simple drunk driver. The next minute, you get a call while you're in AP Biology, saying that your Mom and little sister died in a hit and run.
    You spend the next 11 months trying to find out who killed your family and then suddenly, your dad becomes so depressed, he decides to swallow a bottle of pills.

  You think, "How could anything get worse?" and then suddenly a hurricane happens.

    They send you off to some stranger's house and tell you "This is your new family." As if you're some pet from the humane society. They stop the case because they figured that, "Oh she's with a new family, she'll be distracted." Truth was, I was distracted.

   Distracted with being sexually assaulted and abused by my "New family".

    You spend 2 years in that home, your social worker didn't care about you, your teachers didn't care, the police didn't care, you were alone. You were completely and utterly alone.

Or so you thought.

Years go by, being in and out of foster homes, being abused in EACH and EVERY one and you finally snap!

   You stand on top of your school and stare. At the ground and that voice, that voice just won't shut up!

    "Jizabelle! I know you've been through a lot, I know! But please, don't do this. You deserve so much more and I'm sorry you didn't get it!" This voice says. This voice doesn't give me comfort. It makes me angry.

   I frown and turn to see.

Mrs. Goodman?

   "Why do you say these things now? The time when I finally decide to do it? Why do you suddenly care?" I ask angrily.

     Mrs. Goodman was my school's Senior Counselor. Why was she trying to stop me from escaping this world? She knew I was unhappy! She knew how much I suffered!
  
    "Jizabelle, you got in! The college...that you applied too. University Of Michigan. You got in! That can be your escape! Not like this!" She says with a smile.

    I pause. What if I had done it? What if I decided to end my life not knowing that the beginning was right there.

Now everyday I walk on that school's ground that would have haunted the people who did me wrong. Now its haunting me and I can't help but think, what if I had jumped?