adrenaline (on the brink of death)

She could feel nothing but the wind in her face and the adrenaline running through her veins. Her parents would never approve, neither would her peers. Even though their words rung in her head, she did not care. They did not understand. She was made up of eighty percent risky and one hundered and twenty percent living for being on the brink of death (in a good way, of course).

She had long learnt to ignore their wishes because she knew they would never support her. They had their own fixed mindsets about how far their daughter could go, the limitations set in stone that their daughter could attempt to push but never actually succeed. And she, well she had long broken her parents' boundaries, her friends' expectations and her own potential. She did not care what they had to say. 

Sometimes she tried to make them understand. Even if it kills her, no matter how much it would kill her, she would still do it  and continue to do it. The amount of excitement that overtook her senses every time she was close to jumping, brought her to life. The consequences, she knew, were far too grave but she had learnt that the pain and the injuries were a small price to pay for doing what she loved.

She waited. She could almost feel it again. The adrenaline running through her veins, the anxiety almost gnawing on her nerves. It was a breath of fresh air to an otherwise very dull life. She waited in anticipation, the excitement of being on the brink of death making her feel lighter (in a good way). She waited in anticipation for the man to give her the signal. She waited.

She waited - but not long enough. She jumped. She jumped. And there was a very heavy price for her to pay. 

(life)