Beauty to Blood

~I stared up the grassy incline and saw a tall, slender silhouette. The falling sun beams pierced my vision as I looked. It seemed to be of a young man; maybe 17. I started to climb the hill to see what was on the other side. When I reached the peek, the boy greeted me with fear in his eyes. I ignored him and looked down the other side. It was steep and rocky with a rigid pool at the base. The boy looked at me out of the corner of his eye. He seemed nervous; he bit his lips and was rubbing his hands. He took a step towards the edge and looked down. He dropped his hands to his sides and turned his head slightly so our eyes met; I glimpsed sadness and worthlessness deep in them before he turned away again. He lunged forward off the ledge; I jerked towards him, but I couldn’t do anything. I watched as his body hit boulder after boulder and as new wounds opened, blood painted the scene into my mind. His body splashed then disappeared into the pool, lost forever. Never will I forget that beautiful young man, who took his life as a toll of judgment.