THE wind blew through my hair.
The rain was strong and thunder crashed across the sky, lighting up the churning water below.
How did I end up here?
Tears and water streaked down my cheeks my hair and sweater were soaked. My teeth chattered in the cold.
How did I end up here?
I looked down at the water and sobbed loudly. This was the only way. I just wanted everyone to go away. But I couldn't make everyone leave me alone.
I could only make myself go away.
I thought of the painting I had just finished. It had taken so long to make. It was beautiful.
I thought of Cara and Mom, and how they could survive without me.
I thought about my group of friends, even though they probably don't call me their friend anymore.
I thought of Shawn. All his problems. He was so screwed up and yet I still lived him.
How did I end up here?
A car whizzed by, not noticing me, a small figure standing at the edge of the bridge. My sweater clung to my skin, soaked through.
The ledge I was on was very small, and I had to squish my feet on it in order to be able to stand. I looked down at my muddy converse and cried harder.
"I don't want to die." I said finally, out loud, my words swallowed by the howling wind and rain. I stepped down from the ledge.
It was time to go home.
after this is just the epilogue!! yay!!
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Short Story❝she was ivy, and in a way it made sense, because she could climb up any wall that stood in her way.❞ - this is the story of an artistic girl who avoids conflict and is forced to tutor a conflicting boy. (au) (shawny boi) © 2015 all rights reserved
