My sister and I grew up in a small home with very little to our name. Our parents were always very busy, and never really around. But the rare occasion that my sister and I saw either of our parents was never good.

“You both would be better off dead,” my dad always tells us.

“I wish I never had you,” my mom gripes.

My sister and I, after a long life of being told that we weren’t worth it, decided that today was the day. I grab my sisters hand and pull her towards the cliff edge with me. “Die,” I hear my parents telling me. She nods slowly in my direction and we jump. Plummeting off the cliff face to out inevitable death.