Chicago, Break of Autumn, 2000
23 years old.
I stood alone on the platform, waiting for the train. It would be so easy, I thought.
To jump. To just fall.
The desire to do so was overwhelming.
I’d probably never feel a thing. My body was so numb anyway.
But I knew nobody’d believe I fell.
Except the people who wouldn’t allow themselves to believe anything else.
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Ouch. Don’t do that.
I am so glad that you did not do that thing.
I dont understand this line…Except the people who wouldn’t allow themselves to believe anything else
you thought that the people that would have seen you would believe that you jumped… or that no one would actually think that you jumped because they could not believe that they saw someone do it… so they would believe that no one did jump so they would not have the guilt of witnessing the event???? Or are you talking about the people who really aren’t at the station but the peope that know you who know you are not being yourself. Help me with this one
Amy, I was on the platform alone. What I meant was that some people I knew wouldn’t allow themselves to believe that I jumped…because they would be in denial…to avoid the pain of believing someone they loved would do such a thing.
oh ok that is what i thought but about strangers that were on lookers… but the phrase I dont know. That is why I love it
if no one would believe that you fell, then you are the exceptions, wouldn’t they be the ones who thought that you had fallen