TRUTHFULLY, I DON’T know any more if that was where the story ended or if I had simply released everything I had left inside of me.
I didn’t know whether it was day or night when I had finally pulled myself to the rooftop’s edge and looked down.
I didn’t know for sure if it was toxic gas I saw below me, or if I was floating above clouds like the fortuneteller had once foretold. I remember her saying to me that my death would be something important.
I didn’t know if I was dead or if I was still alive. Had I awoken from a dream, or was I still trapped in a nightmare? How does one know these things?
I didn’t know the difference between what was real and what was imagined when all I saw below me was a sky filled with birds and men.
I didn’t know if my arm was still broken.
I didn’t know what it was my hand had discovered when I reached behind me to feel something on my back.
But I knew then that I had changed. And I smiled because I knew I’d finally deserved it.