Disclaimer: Wish I were that lucky...

I have a knack of doing something then stopping halfway through it, especially when I can't find any inspiration. That's probably why I didn't start writing a story. Until now, that is. The title of this story is 'Portal' until I find a better one, I guess I'll be sticking with this.
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Chapter 1: Prologue

Mikan's POV

Of all the stupid things I ever did, this has got to be stupidest of them all.

Here I am, hanging midair right after I jumped off an eight-storey building. Even as my last seconds on earth approach, I find myself mentally saying sorry to every single person that have been involved in my life so far. My mom, my dad, my friends, teachers,...you get the gist.

What's weird is, time itself seems to slow down. I feel zero control over my limbs and I start to panic. At the very least, I want to panic but discover I'm unable to. It isn't as easy as it looks- committing suicide I mean. At first, you feel a terrible sense of despair, as if your life has crashed down your ears and you think suicide is the only solution.

Then you decide to commit suicide.

The fact is, deciding something and actually executing it are two completely different things. At the point when you reach the edge. You have doubts about God, about the people around you, about yourself.

Bummer.

Too late to back out now. That's how I felt. I saw a crowd of people looking and pointing at me from on top of the building. They were doing nothing, absolutely nothing!

Hell. Some them were actually laughing.

I knew. I knew I couldn't change my mind after that. It was far too late. My family, friends, they would never look at me the same way again. My relatives would probably think this way- 'we best be careful 'round her...tried to jump off a building...last time I heard she was nearly admitted into an asylum...'

How comforting. Not.

So I jumped.

I did bungee-jumping once before. Mostly due to peer pressure. I didn't have much of a choice. This is different than that. There's no rope this time and you feel like a bundle of nerves gone haywire. This time, you actually know you were going to die.

So, here I am again. I'm still falling though I feel like an hour has already passed. It's probably my imagination. I mean, there's no way I can be falling for a hour right? I'm not falling from the sky, just from an eight-storey building.

Then, just as quickly as it happened, time resumed it's normal pace. The ground got nearer and nearer until I ran smack dab into it. Face-first.

To be Continued...

Love,

kazuneandkarin4ever