Seven

“Hey Quincy, get up!” 

“Nope!” This time, I run to the other side of the guest room and press a panel on the ceiling. A ladder extends downwards and I scramble up it. I’m on the roof now, and the wind is blowing aggressively. A leaf that was being tossed around in the air plasters itself to my forehead. I take a deep breath and three steps, and then I’m standing at the edge of the roof. One more step and I’d fall off and die… or I could go out in style. I used to be a pretty good dancer, and I decide to use my talents now. I take a step back and twirl elegantly off the roof. It feels just the same as last time, but the distance from the ground is further, and I feel less scared. Also, my knuckles aren’t bleeding this time. Just like before, the world goes impossibly bright, and then I’m plunged into darkness.