You 're are all alone stuck on the summit of a mountain . [ WP ]

Well... I made it. My team never said I could but I made it to the top during a storm. Now I will never make it down, or will I. My tent is torn to shreds and my backpack is getting lighter and lighter. I suppose that is a good thing, always look on the bright side. That's what Lucie would say.'Always look on the bright side' What if the bright side is on the other side of a cloud layer. Should I get up or should I stay? Some one is bound to come up and find me, or my body. Might as well through myself off the cliff here to end it all. 
 
 I wonder what Lucie would do? She would probably try her hardest to get down, but I know I ca n't. Other options, commit suicide, to messy and painful. Try and make repares to my phone, Ha unlikely, I do n't know a screw from a circuit. Throwing myself off the cliff. That is just a branch of suicide, but it might work. Kill myself, by that cliff. Let them find my body, by that cliff. 
 
 The cliff was staring at me, if a cliff could stare. It was not beconing just waiting for me to do it on my own. Is it worse to get beaten by a stick, or to have someone wait for you to do it on your own? I may never care, but at least this is my choice. I take a step closer to the cliff and look into the clouds below. snow and torment are just below my feet, and I am on a hill above the heavens. I walk ever closer to that daunting cliff as my mind is searching for any alternative. My mind is saying'Stop, do n't, what about Lucie' my heart is thinking a different subject. To throw myself off that cliff is a godsend. 
 
 My heart is beating furiously as I stand two inches away from my death. The wind has stopped and my mind is looking and hoping. I am hoping for some kind of miracle. You could never call me religious but on that peak, looking over the clouds, I felt as if someone needed me to live, or wanted me to. That their was some great purpose to these clouds, that those mountains might be their just so I can climb them. Now I am becoming a hippy. I look back down, into the swirling, nebulous void, and jump. At that moment of my feet leaving the ground, my brain remembers the jump suit in Chads backpack. 
 
 I scream, I holler, I wished. As I fell faster, and faster, I could see that I could have survived the jump with the suit. I wanted to go back three... Four seconds and just have a chance to do it again. I wanted to live my life, I wanted to love Lucie. I never could do those things if I had not climbed this mountain. JUST GIVE ME ANOTHER CHANCE. 
 
 I wake up in my sleeping bag on that morning. I look around, grab Chads backpack and leave. I put on the jump suit, he had jumped down earlier in our climb, but I knew their was a reason for us carrying his backpack. I put on the jump suit, and without any training, I looked at the cliff. 
 
 Now that cliff inspired hope, love, and safety. I was given a second chance, by what ever is out their, and I am not going to squander it. I walked toward the cliff, that beacon of light, and I looked among the calm, peaceful, abyss. I stared at the clouds, the mountains to. I could see beauty in this land, and I could see the danger. I prayed, if it did anything, and jumped off the cliff.
