Oh yes it is a great summer. I’m 17 and I am going somewhere very far from home. At last, I’m leaving home and maybe I will not have to come back ever again.

The day I was supposed to leave, something horrible happened. Something that has changed my life forever. I never went. Instead I went deeper in silence.

I had nobody to talk too. I was alone surrounded my thousand of people. I wasn’t feeling anything. My life had stopped. I was disappearing in the pain of others. I was invisible in their eyes. I have died.

This big city I was living in was surrounded by water. There was a big tall cliff. I didn’t jump the cliff but I decided to go at the bottom of it and climb it. I was barefooted and it was the middle of the night. Nobody cared where I was I might as well be there. It was abrupt with almost no grip. I was putting my life in danger and I didn’t care. I was already dead anyway. I did reach the top in one piece but still I felt no emotion, nothing.

I did climb it a second time when I was 18 and a third time when I was 20. Today, if I would be near that cliff, I would climb it again because I still don’t have anybody that cares. I’m still invisible.