Proof The Bible Is True

The last thing I wanted to see that night was some teenaged guy in a baseball cap. But there he was, standing by the exit door on the roof.

I looked away, trying to give off a vibe: Do Not Disturb. What did he want anyway? Guys weren’t interested in fat girls like me. He wasn’t scary or anything. He just stood there, staring into space. I’d never seen him before. What was he doing on my roof?

I often came to the top of the parking garage at night. It was quiet. I liked being alone up there, above everyone else, feeling the cold wind off Casco Bay blowing across my face. I felt safer, closer to the stars, closer to something better.

Sometimes I’d pray. All I could ever think to say was, “Help me.” But after so many mixed-up years of crash diets and food binges I was beyond help. I simply didn’t have faith in myself or in anything else.

That night I decided to jump from the roof. The unknown had to be better than anything I knew. I didn’t have a future, and this was the only way to block out the past.

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