It was time. Every Saturday at four o’clock he would do dares for bored kids and then collect the cash. He was very cautious while doing it. He had kept his old house and bought a soft, comfy mattress from the bargain shop. He also never jumped from the same area twice in a month so that it was harder for the police to find him. Today, he would be jumping from the town bridge onto the riverbank.
It was time. There was a large crowd calling his name, getting impatient. So he jumped. Like his father, with grace, elegance and a touch of style. But as he fell through the air, he felt it. His heart beating like a hyperactive drummer. He was sure it would beat its way out of his chest. But it stopped and he landed. He felt terrible. His head buzzed and his chest was burning. He was scared. Terrified. This had never happened before. He had to go to the doctor. If he hadn’t this story would never have happened. He pondered why this had happened. What was it and why was it happening. Why?
First, the doctor gave Jamie some tests. Some eyesight, some hearing, some fitness and even a urine test. Then he had to wait in the colourless waiting room for his diagnosis. After what seemed like eternity, the doctor returned looking grim with a wad of papers in his hand. He said the words no one wants to hear.