I could feel the cold, brisk wind on my face as I came closer to the great gust of wind blowing over the edge.  A drop of water fell down from the dark, heavy clouds that hovered so ominously overhead.  I could hear the cold bolt of lightning as it hissed through the air, followed by a great roll of thunder that pounded nearly above me.  I wanted to wait until the storm was crashing directly above me.  I wanted to have a running start to a happy ending.  All that had preceded before this moment had just been an entire waste.  My life had been shit in the making, and I wanted to finally end that. 
A great, cold gust came hard at me as I stood there, my arms tightly crossed.  I could feel the rigid marks on my arms.  One was still wet, and I lifted my hand to my face to see the sacred red fluid that ran through my body, but it wouldn't for much longer.  I put my fingers to my mouth, and sucked the blood off, the irony tatse washing over my tongue, and down my throat.
The rain began to fall in large drops, and the wind blew harder.  A large bolt of lightning hissed and snaked in front of me.  Thunder sounded closer.  I tensed up, ready for the flight.  The rocks before me seemed like jagged teeth ready to snap over me, and explode my heart like a fruit Gusher.  I could hear the surf far below, pounding against more teeth. 
I closed my eyes, tried to let everything go away, tried to turn myself cold, tried to forget everything that was still in my mind.  I stopped shifting and sorting my memeories, and listened to everyhting around me.  I could hear the surf crashing below, the rain pounding to the wet rocks.  I could hear myself breathing, and I could even hear the wind slightly whistling over the rocks.
Then I could hear various rock tunes like background music inside my mind.  I could hear Linkin Park's, Bleed It Out.  I could hear Nickelback's Side of a Bullet, and Savin' Me, and I could hear something I couldn't quite remember by Korn, and I could hear Foo Fighters The Pretender.  So many lyrics and rock tunes just playing themselves out inside my head.  It was sorta the music of me, but then the rest of my life intercepted my wonderful music.
God, of all the times, why did I have to remember this now.  I struggled to push them into the back of my mind, clutching my skull. 
"SHUT-UP!," I kept telling my myself.
The thoughts persited, and I gritted my teeth together.
"GOD, GO AWAY!  GET OUTTA MY FRICKIN' HEAD!"
I took a breath, and just let them do what damage they would.  Then, damn it!  Why did I have to remember my embarrasing moments.  I hated that.  But it sure made it easier to jump.  Then I remembered all those times when i was sure no one cared.  It helped to feul what I was about to do, but I could slowly feel regret creeping into my numb, wet body.  I had to ignore that.
Then, I opened my eyes, and it stopped.  I glanced one last time behind me, the rain slowly turning into hail.  A Burning hot tear rolled down my face and was blown away as the wind picked up.
I turned back to my goal, waited one last minute, and ran across the rocks.  Drawing closer to the cliff face.  It seemed so long, so far away.  My feet seemed to move in slow motion as I tried so hard to speed up to the edge.  It was like I was asleep.  I couldn't possible be dreaming.  I could feel pain in my feet as I ran across the rock
I finally came to it, and as my feet pushed against the cliff-face I rslowly rolled over in the air, staring at the sky and the forked lightning over head.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as I could finally forget the past.