Okay here we are. Right at the brink of death. I'm ready to go. All my troubles can be gone. I have no family. I'm done. I can go. I wipe the tears from my face, as I climb onto the edge of the bridge. There's not a human in sight.
I just have to wobble the wrong way, and I'm dead. I hold out both arms are far as they'll stretch, I lay my head back, and close my eyes. I think of all the things I've done. All the parties I hooked up at. All the dances I got drunk at. All the basements I got high in. All the bathrooms I vomited in.
My mistakes have been made, but now I can go. Mom died, my only family, and now so can I. I remember flashing lights, police cars, ambulances. I remember my panic attacks. I remember my hospital beds. I remember therapy sessions. But now I'm done. I'm finally done.
I breath in and out, and now- "Excuse me!" A voice calls out. I open one eye.
"Hello," A husky voice says, I turn around. A handsome face is smiling at me.
