Joe and I stood on the edge. He was standing so close, so close I could feel him shaking. We were centimetres away from it. If I took one step, just one step closer, I'd be over. What would it feel like, to fall like that? To feel the wind and the cold stretching my cheeks, pulling at my clothes. I leaned forward, really really slowly, keeping my feet in one spot. I just wanted to see. Joe grabbed my shoulders, his fingers digging into me. "Careful," he said.

But it was enough. I could taste the cold of the wind on my tongue, could smell what was below. I wanted to be there.

"Let's do it," I said.

I was quaking with both fear and excitement. Slowly dragging my eyes off the death drop, I turned to the crowd. My mum and dad were amongst them, tears shining in their eyes as they pleaded silently for me to step away. The cries of the crowd were becoming louder and louder, matching the thumping of my heart.

My hair whipping in my face, I turned to my best friend Joe. He was crying openly, sobbing for me to step away, step away from my death. But I couldn't, I felt compelled to jump, I needed to jump. Slowly I kicked off my trainers and pulled off my socks. This was it, no one could stop me from jumping. Taking one final look back at the screaming croud, then at Joe, I tore away from his grip and plummeted off the edge.

It was like nothing i have ever felt before. The wind was rushing around me, deafening my ears. My clothes were billowing wildly and my hair was flying behind me. I was twisting and turning in the air, unable to control myself. I could hear the screams from the crowd and I could hear Joe amongst the others desperately shouting my name even though there was nothing he could do. I could see the water, it was speeding towards me face. I was an inch away from the water, I closed my eyes and-

Two hundred miles away from the cliff face, Ben woke with a jump

What do you think? Please comment!