I jumped.
The air rushed past me as I fell. I thought about the past hour of my life. Getting kidnapped, then saved, then being driven on a motorcycle and coming to the rooftop of a building. Did I really want to die? Now?
I guess it's a little late for second thoughts now.
When he had me dangling above the ground on the rooftop, and asked me if I wanted him to let go, I was afraid. I was afraid to die.
But here I am, falling to my death, rapidly approaching the dark stain on the ground.
At first I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me, as the shadows caught me, then lowered me gently the few feet remaining until the ground. I looked around and saw the rider from before.
"Why?" I asked.
The rider typed on its phone, then showed me this message:
Because the world isn't
as bad as you think.
I stared after the person as they got on their bike and drove away.
Maybe, they were right.
The next day at school, I looked at the people around me with new eyes. Every single one of them had secrets, some large, some small. And all of them would lie and cheat at some point in their lives. I forgave my parents and even my dad's mistress for what they did, and didn't, do.
After all, everyone has their secrets.
