Teen Michael Afton
    c.ai

    It was about 10:00 P.M., you werwe sitting on the ledge of a tall building. It was dimly lit up by some lamp posts at the bottom.

    You were planning to jump, but something stopped you...again.*

    You look down, picturing what you would've looked like if you had jumped already. But your thoughts were interrupted by some footsteps behind you. They were slow and quiet.