tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808922339543150406.post5646774799757912161..comments2022-12-10T10:50:41.871-05:00Comments on Taylor Lavati: Writing Wednesday | Prompt 2Taylor keatinghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11575985239316360248noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808922339543150406.post-5406209230956300322014-01-22T20:57:16.310-05:002014-01-22T20:57:16.310-05:00It was my 1000th jump. I had done this exactly 999...It was my 1000th jump. I had done this exactly 999 times, and I would never do it again. It was a shame really. I love jumping. Even when I was twelve, and I broke my arm jumping off of my house; it didn't seem to hurt as much when I thought of the rush of that twenty foot drop. I've since added some height to my jumps as well as a parachute. It's always a rush. Some people get used to the 10,000 foot jump, but I invariably manage to feel exhilarated. I expect this one will be quite a bit more of a rush. I also expect more than a broken arm this time.<br /><br />My friends are here as they often are. I've asked them here because they all think they know me. They all think that they know what I've been through, who I am, what I see when I look in the mirror. I've asked them here to see the look on their faces when it happens...<br /><br />We've hit cruising altitude. I've got my pack, and I've packed it correctly, just like I've packed my parachute 999 times before today. My friends are talking amongst themselves. I can't wait. I step to the door as the attendant opens it wide, pack in hand. I hand him my envelope, toss my pack, and step forward for my final jump.<br /><br /> Dear Elena, Jess, and Tomas,<br /><br />If you're still crying, you need to stop. I didn't do this because I wanted to hurt you; I've hurt too many people already to care about your feelings. But I still care. I care enough about you that I wanted you to be there for my final jump. I wanted you to be the last people I hurt. I'm not sorry. I'm simply through with this life.<br /><br />I've always liked jumping. When I was a child I jumped from my roof. When I was older I jumped from airplanes. Army airplanes. Navy airplanes. Black airplanes that only travel at night, so the Lord can't see where you go. So the Lord can't see the things you do or the things you've done. So He can't see the people you've killed for the people you don't know. So He can't see when you stop feeling guilty about ending a life.<br /><br />I thank you for being my friends, for caring for me. I hurt you, and it wasn't right. I'm not sorry. What happened, happened. This is not a suicide note. This is a thank you card. To my only three friends in the world. Thank you.<br /><br />-Lukas.Jacksonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00110997998913792772noreply@blogger.com