There are 3 ways to die.
To shuffle gently off this mortal coil, to jump or to be pushed.
She knew which one she would have chosen. But that option had been snatched from her.
And the injustice of it sat bitterly in her mouth.
What she had done was wrong, she knew that. But she didn’t care. She was so bitterly fucking angry.
She ripped at the bit of plastic around her wrist as the hospital doors slid open, releasing her back into the world again.
Every time she tried to jump, fate intervened.
It seemed she had just two options left now; wait to be pushed or shuffle forward.
Was living an option?
She lifted her face to the morning sun and closed her eyes, taking in a long, deep breath…