[ WP ] Write a story that seems like a cliffhanger untill you reread the first line .

Jumping seemed like the best idea at the given moment. But Johnny thought about all the things he had to live for. His daughter, Jenny, who was just entering the third grade and still had an imaginary friend. His wife Linda, who lifted him up on his worst days. He went back to that amazing day at the beach. 
 
 The weather was perfect, slightly breezy with clouds dotted throughout the sky. Jenny had loved to build sand castles and then ravage them like godzilla afterward. Going to the beach gave Johnny and Linda some much needed time away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. Out here was just them and the waves. Or was it? 
 
 On the way back Johnny had trouble revving the car like it was too weighed down to even move. After a minute or so something clicked and the car began the ascent from the beach to the freeway.'Well that sure was weird.' noted Johnny `` This car is how many years old?!'' Linda snidely remarked.'Barely 22!' he replied. Jenny was in the back of the car snoozing quietly. 
 
 `` You go on ahead dear, I'll bring the rest of the chairs in but I wan na take a look at the car.'' said Johnny.'Alright dear, not too long now.' said Linda as she carried her sleeping daughter into the house. 
 Johnny lifted up the rear hatch to find nothing out of place. But upon further investigation there was a full grown man hiding just under the chairs that were so casually tossed in.'WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?' bellowed the very round and sinister looking convict. `` OUT OF MY CAR!'' Johnny shouts, while running into the garage for his 12 gauge.'Oh no you do n't, I've waited too long for this moment.' says the man. His mouth is twisted into an all too friendly grin. His eyes tell a whole other story. One is all white with no pupil, the other is an amber color with what looks like a crack in the eyeball. The man chases Johnny down before he is able to load the shotgun. Johnny drops the gun and makes a run for it back towards the road. The man slowly picks the shotgun up and loads a cartridge.'I've got you right where I want you now,' he tells Johnny. Being not the brightest bulb Johnny is cornered right at the edge of the cliff his house was built on. Dangerous it was, the dagger sharp rocks down at ocean level did not seem promising.
