attempt suicide
< >I trudged my way home, clutching my report book in one hand. Tears were streaming down my cheeks as I flipped through my report book, staring at my results. All my subjects had gotten a band two and my Chinese and math were band three. Usually, I get straight band ones in my report books, but this time was an exception. I regretted playing the computer and not studying the whole year. My playfulness has resulted into bad marks. What am I going to do now? 'Jasmine's results has deteriorated a lot. She has not been alert in class and had been showing me very bad attitude. I am very disappointed in her.' My teacher, Miss Tan, had written that on my report book. "If Mum sees my report book, she is definitely going to kill me!" I mumbled.

< >I dragged my feet into the elevator, brushing the tears off my face. I hovered my finger over the button '6', hesitating. I moved my finger to the button '12' and pushed the button. The elevator started ascending.

< >I climbed up the ladder to the roof. Then, I threw my bag onto the floor and made my to the edge of the roof. I stood very near the edge, my heart thumping madly. Maybe I shouldn't do this, maybe I should just go home, get scolded by my Mum, and get this results thing over with. Maybe I shouldn't unnecessary kill myself. Maybe... Thoughts filled my mind. I reluctantly looked down. I almost fell over at the sight of the bottom and how small things were from where I was standing. I gulped. I should probably step back a foot or so, just so in case I decided not to kill myself after all and can easily go back down without slipping and plummeting down to the ground. But when I tried to move, I found out I couldn't. My legs had turned putty. Everything was swimming before my eyes. I forced my legs to move, and they did, causing me to slip. I let out a loud scream as I fell off the edge.

< >I gripped onto the edge so tightly my fingers turned red. I whispered a silent prayer, "God, help me that I won't die!" Then, I started crying for help. My left hand was losing its grip. I continued screaming at the top of my lungs, since I knew that screaming would be better than shouting for help. My throat turned sore and I could scream no more. I longed for water. Swallowing my saliva, I gave another loud scream. I had the urge to look down to see whether anyone saw me but I knew that if I did, I would immediately lose grip and plummet to the deadly depths. I let out another scream.

< >Suddenly, sirens filled the air. Help has arrived! I screamed again, and let out a sigh of relief. Then, firemen arrived to the roof and came towards my. They grabbed my arms tightly and pulled me up. I thanked them profusely. Then, my parents came into the scene. "Oh my dear Jasmine!" They said, throwing their arms around me. Tears of relief rolled down my cheeks and their cheeks. They told me that my neighbour Mrs Tan had seen me hanging from the latch and had dialed for the police and firemen. Even though my words were stuck in my throat, I managed to fill them in about what happened. They hugged me again and told me that no matter what, I should never kill myself.

< >I did get scoldings from my parents because of my results, but I knew they scolded me out of love. From that fateful day onwards, I swore that I will never ever try to commit suicide and will live life to its fullest!

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