My first post. Wondering what falling from over 100 ft to their death

My name is Eloise Pearson and I am going to write about suicide. I don’t want to commit it but I want to describe just how it might feel. So, first, you feel really depressed and want to end it all. So, you go to a high place and just stand there for a few minutes, contemplating whether or not you want to go through with it. You decide you do. So, you walk to the edge, take one look around one last time and – jump! Wow! This feels like a roller coaster and it is fun. Then you start to see your life flashing in front of you because your subconscious is trying to reconcile with what you decided to do. You then realize that there are so many people who care about you as you see their faces flashing in front of your eyes; your mom… your brother… your sister… your grandmother… your best friend. You start tearing up, knowing that it’s too late to turn back. You then start saying oh shit oh shit oh shit because you notice how close the ground is to you now. You make impact. You landed on you’re tail bone and can feel every single bone of your spine compressing and breaking. You can feel your legs breaking, no, shattering into tiny pieces. You then feel your ribs punching into your heart, like an arrow hitting its target. You can still feel all of it as your arms and hands fracture and pull apart from each other, not fully severed but broken beyond repair. And lastly, your head hits the pavement and shatters. Time had seemed to slow down but in reality, it was mere seconds long. You are now dead, a lifeless, shattered, broken body just lying in the middle of the sidewalk. Someone calls the cops and an ambulance comes and they rush you to a hospital where you are declared dead. Your friends, family and bully’s morn your loss. They weep for you. They are so heartbroken. You can’t even begin to understand how much pain you caused them just because you took the leap of death.