The wind blew my hair all around my face. Moonlit wheat fields streaked by, blurring as if somebody had smeared a painting. I looked up through the tangled halo of my blond hair to stare at the moon. As everything else was moving past, the moon stayed where it was; stationary and casting a beautiful, iridescent glow on every thing it touched. I could feel my eyes brimming with tears. The train was moving so fast… I wasn't sure that I could do this.
"No," I whispered somberly, though I knew no one could hear me. "I've already committed to this; I can't change my mind now."
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. To think that I had a great life; the perfect parents, the perfect house, the perfect friends, and the perfect appearance. But as soon as that came crashing down, I couldn't handle it. And it drove me to this; something that would have never occurred to me if every thing had stayed the way it was. The way it should be.
Through with stalling any longer, I opened my eyes. They began to sting from the gusts of wind still whooshing through the open door of the train car. I walked gingerly up to the edge and looked down; the tracks were dark and the ground sped dangerously below. I felt dizzy. Trying to calm myself, I looked at the moon again, letting myself be enveloped in it one last time. As soon as I was sufficiently distracted, I did what I had come here to do:
I jumped.