My Great Escape

This is my entry from a random competition AGES ago, that I wasnt bothered to enter, as it wanted me to go up to reception. It was entitled "My Great Escape"

"Hundreds of cars, buses, and people have stopped. They look up. The boy does not notice these people. He does not notice anything.
On the mirrored glass building he is nothing but a speck of darkness.
His life was full of pain. Torment. Anger.
And he was always, so very alone.
All these people were shouting at him, screaming, pleading, people trying to reach him, people desperately grasping at him. He takes a step forward. He is on the edge. He is crying. The tear falls.
Down.
Down.
Down.
In that tear, all the hurt and pain that the boy has felt is symbolised. His entire life, reflected in that tiny drop of water. Like the boy, it is alone.
The tear hits the ground. It shatters, just like his dreams did many years ago. The boy looks around. There are people, above, below, and beside him. They are talking. He cannot hear them. There is only one thing which cuts through the sadness in his mind.
It's his mother's voice. She is talking to him.
"It's going to be OK. All you have to do is come with us"
The boys tears now freely fall, and he whispers
"I'm coming"

The boy jumps.
He falls,
Down
Down
Down
Towards his parents.
They are smiling.
They are waiting with open arms.
They are happy to see him.
He is almost there.
His parents look up at him.
They are happy.
He falls into their open arms,
And they are together again.
He is not alone.

The boy has escaped.
From life."