Suicide?

Sad day, and not because I leave tomorrow. Today an older woman either jumped or fell out of her window on one of the top floors of my grandma’s apartment complex. My cousin and I were talking about the voting system in America when my grandma called us to come to the balcony.

“Looks, there’s a body lying on the grass!”

I looked over the edge and saw a pair of legs bent at unnatural angles, completely white, oddly swollen. Is she still alive? Did she faint? We weren’t sure until a medical team wrapped her in a black bag. Dead.

Another lady - a daughter, a friend, maybe - came and started crying hysterically. She must have been in shock because she alternated between crying hysterically and talking to the police as if nothing had happened.

The medical team left, another man came, unwrapped her completely, took photos, he left, then an hour later the coroner (that’s what they’re called, right?) came by, put her in a body bag, and drove away.

Very sad.