My clothes weighed me down. I wondered, at first, why I had jumped. But then I remembered - there was nothing left. Nothing to hold me there, in the living world.
I kicked off my shoes. Might as well give my body a chance, if it really wanted to live. But the scars were a sign that it did not.
Instead, I focused on the bottom. I knew that soon, this would be the part where I started to see my life again.