I chose death.

My parents and John burst through the protective door.

I turned to face the three of them.

It felt pointless.

"Sweetheart, Mommy made a mistake. Can you forgive me?"

"Dad shouldn't have spoken to you that way. It was all because someone was stirring up trouble!"

It didn't matter.

John kept explaining his reasons over and over.

But I no longer cared to listen.

Why is it that now, in my death, everyone suddenly loves me?

"Lisa, please don't jump. Can we talk this through?"

"I've said it. No."

I glanced at their faces, one by one.

Remember, I won't meet you again in the next life....