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Deon removed the blade from his back pocket.
"I've had enough, Kenty" He said softly. He gripped onto the handle in his left hand tightly, and held it close to his side.
"Deon, you don't have to do this," I said to him.
"They wouldn't care" He answered.
I could hear the sirens from the police cars over a hundred meters below us.
The wind was changing directions quickly, over and over again.
Deon got closer to the edge of the roof.
"Deon, drop the knife" I said strongly.
Deon didn't answer, i new he heard me... i could see him thinking hard about it.
He dropped the knife from his finger tips and to the ground.
He looked over the edge, like he'd redconsidered not killing himself again.
"Don't, Deon" I said with a hard face."Don't Jump"
He wouldn't listen anymore, he'd given up.
He climbed to the edge a little more, placing his feet only a couple of centremetres away from the tin air.
You know when you're in a hell of a shock, and like, you see your whole life flash infront of you? That was starting to happen.
I remembered when me and Deon were young, for our birthday we would always get the same present, i'd get the green one, he'd get the red one. That's what happends when you are twins, right?
Our mum left us when we were 5. We never new why. And our dad, let's just say he wasn't much of one.
All those things you thought you woundn't remember were in my head.
I didn't know what he would do...