Jump

Cold air whipped at her legs, her hair, her eyes.
She stared at her toes hanging over the edge of the building. She counted them and laughed at how her second ones were longer than the rest.
She looked down at her hands.
Small and plump--always an insecurity to her.
Chemicals pushed through her brain. She was sad now.
People were starting to notice--starting to think she was something more than a sack of bones and meat, another animal they ignored as they walked past her on the sidewalks.
Sirens screamed.
Her head was aflame with feeling.
Sounds turned to colors--reds on the ground where anxious men paced and talked chatter to their little black boxes. Deep blue where a crowd had gathered to gossip in loud voices.
She shivered as a cold wind flew forward to caress her cheeks and whisper in her ear: "Jump... Jump and watch how they scream..."
She smiled and stepped into the embrace of the air and the emptiness it ensured-- falling, falling to the cacophonous sound of their wails, she landed.
The air from the cushion made an obnoxious screeching sound as her body crashed into it. She waited until the air was mostly gone to crawl off of it and make her way to the director as he looked up from the screen and said, "That's a wrap, folks."