1 step or an eternity, there's no difference walking the steps to the end, every detail stands out. You're brutally aware of how many steps you take, how many floors you climb and how little anybody cares. For the first 18 years of my life, I was terrified of death so much so that I focused so much on avoiding death that I forgot to live.

As my hand grasped the harsh steel handle of the opening to freedom, I thought about who would care if I did this, many people think of family members and loved ones but what happens if you're like me and don't have any. I pushed open the door and the breeze rushed through my hair 10 floors, 540 steps and hopefully less than 5 seconds to the ground.

I admired the skyline for a couple of seconds before I closed my eyes and let myself plunge, every second felt like an hour and every hour a day, I thought to myself what do I regret then I saw it the silhouette of the man who ruined everything, the last thing I heard was "did I say you could die".