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Water crashes against the wall and splashes onto my ankles. I look down at the chasm. So this is how I end. Jumping straight into my own watery grave. The ledge is slippery under my shoes. The wet railing locked in my grasp.

It's way past midnight and I chose a hidden part of the chasm to end my life. Chances are, no one will find me and try to stop me. Good.

I glance around and my eyes fall on the training room where most of stage 1 of initiation took place. Where Tobias was made to throw knives at me, back when he was still just Four. Tobias. What'll happen when they pull his girlfriend's body out of the chasm, swollen with water and lifeless? It'll be easy for him to find a replacement for me. I bet after my funeral- if I have one- there'll be girls lining up outside his apartment. Maybe even earlier than that.

We've been through so much and I'm 100 percent sure I love him. It hurts to think about him kissing some other girl.

Dread fills me and I consider climbing back over the railing, towards safety, towards life. But then the main reason I'm hanging here hits me again. The guilt. The loss of my parents, Will, Marlene. I guess you could count Al too. All dead because of me.

I clench my teeth to keep from crying out in frustration. My parents died to save me, I personally shot Will in the head, I didn't save Marlene from falling off that ledge and if I had just forgiven Al, he wouldn't have killed himself. Then there's that load of people I murdered during the war.

I reason with myself. Why should I pitch myself into the chasm? I'm tired, tried of livig with all these burdens, tired of being me.

Tobias' words reverberate in my head, "The chasm reminds us that there is a fine line between bravery and idiocy."

Well, I'm about to cross that line and I'm an idiot for doing that. Great.

Now, I definitely understand Al and why he jumped into the chasm that night. Guilt knows how to weave its way into every fibre of your being. Threatening to suffocate you, to smother you. And that's all you want, for it to destroy you for good, but it won't.

I lean forward, holding on to he railing with my fingers. All it takes is the faltering of my grip and I'm gone..

I look down at the treacherous waters, crashing violently against the wall. There's absolutely no chance of survival, No matter how strong a swimmer you are.

I loosen the iron grip of my left hand and ease it off. I'm hanging by five fingers. Five cold, pale fingers are the only things keeping me alive.

My arm beging to ache and I doubt I can hold on much longer.

I inhale and whisper, "Goodbye."

Then, I let go.

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