I stood at the edge of the cliff. My head spun and the wind roared in my ears, but still I stood there, trying to prove my point.
"Honey," my mother yelled through the gale, "Don't do this, please!"
She and my father stood at a safe distance, accompanied by two police men. One was my uncle. Short and plump with a mop of straw colored hair, he looked nothing like my father. He was talking into a walkie talkie, looking at me worriedly.
The other one was unknown to me. Some new rookie fresh from the academy.
My parents had left me no choice. They never believed me, never even listened. But today all that would change. I'll prove my word to be the truth. The truth they don't want to face.
I looked down at the edge. I couldn't see anything beyond two meters, the fog blocking my usually perfect sight. The mist spread out before me like a cloud bank. It looked so solid, so real.
I looked back at my parents. "I'll prove what I can do!" I yelled at them. I looked down into the fog again, willing it to become solid. The concentration made me quesy and I stumbled. My mother screamed unnecessarily. I regained my posture, yelling for them to watch.
With bated breath I closed my eyes and took the step . . .
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