Written from a two point perspective between Ted and JD. Inspiration: "Elevator" by Boxcar Racer.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I rent.

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Five stories is a very short distance, in theory. According to principle AJ2334 on page 458, five stories can never be considered a long distance. The worst that can happen are a few broken bones, nothing major.

You wouldn't die. I speak from experience.

Yeah, I fell off a couple of times. I've been startled and tripped, or just "wandered" off by "accident". In both cases my landing was cushioned by a pile of garbage.

Heaven is garbage.

Twenty stories is another matter entirely. That's a much greater distance, and on that same page, at the very bottom, the book recommends that if you are to jump from a building, any number of the business firms and office buildings will be happy to satisfy all your suicide needs.

I don't speak from experience-at least not yet.

I stand now, at the top of the twenty story building-presumably offices, working for a large corporation or another. I took the elevator to the top and on my way by, I saw a pair of pink footprints also on the ledge not ten feet from where I stand now. It seems someone decided to leave their mark in another form than just an outline on the street.

Yes I would love to forget this all and move on. But I can't. My memories don't lie, and neither do my prescriptions. Depression, anxiety, you name it, I've got it, and I've got a nice little pill to make it go away. Strangely enough the drugs don't work anymore. I wonder if they even cared to give me the real thing in the first place.

I have no hair, I've lived with my mother for God knows how long, I'm incredibly timid, pathetic, droopy, old, and worthless. I am truly the bottom of the barrel.

Some people serve to make others appreciate the gifts, talents, and blessings they have received by living in an attitude of despair. I am one of those people.

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Lunchtime is, indisputably, 12:30 in the afternoon. You can't challenge that. Actually, no, I dare you to challenge it!

Lunchtime definitely is not 5:47 in the evening, however. The sun flashes bright in my eyes as I run across the street, dodging taxis and watching girls as I approach the sandwich shop for some well-deserved yum-yums. Did I just say yum-yums? Oh my god, am I talking to myself? I've got to stop this! Quick, think of something disgusting! No, I want to eat! No…well, anyway, I'm not outside of the sandwich shop when this strange shadow falls onto the pavement, and I see people staring and pointing at something perched on top of on of the office firms.

It's a jumper.

It's Ted.

My eyes widen and I rush to the side of the building and try calling up to him. He doesn't hear, or maybe he doesn't listen. Either way, I see gravity slowly reach up and grab ahold of him, pulling him down to the earth.

I can't look at the ending. Tell me when it's over.

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I've done it. The exhilaration of free-fall takes over as I give into myself and jump to meet my maker.

The ground is rushing up awfully fast….

Maybe if I close my eyes very hard and pinch myself, I'll wake up…