Jump or die, dumbass

The boy was so afraid. So nervy. That twitchy spurg. My friend A and I, we’re hanging out in Lindavista Park and the sun had gone. No daylight, but me no want to go home. So we started climbing. There’s something about the pace of walking or advancing to a goal that even with the wind and the cold, my focus, my fixation shrinks to a point. And before we knew it, we were at the crest. I hear a shuffling. Knife comes out. One of those little toy Swiss army knives. God, I was so young. I’m sure I felt so cool. I see this Asian boy shivering, staring really intensely at this cliff. He’s shaking so much. Something in me wouldn’t let me be gentle then. So I told him, jump or live, dumbass. Tremors and all, he turned to face me. “Come with me.” He’s still shaking like a fawn, but obeys and comes with me. I tell A, we’re going now. He’s just sort of staring at me. Now’s the time for gentleness. Come with us. What’s your name? I’m H. Staring at him and say, I know the appearance might very…