There I was at the end of the old bridge railing. Standing on top, I opened my arms wide. I was so tired and so ready for death to become of me. For the last time I felt the icy cold air seep into my lungs. My eyes closed and I braced myself. Three... Two... One... Splash! My relaxed body entered the dark, frigid waters. I ignored the oxygen my lungs craved and allowed myself to sink further into darkness. Every muscle in my body ached. A sad smile crept onto my face as I felt my mind go numb. Something warmed enveloped me and the cold was no longer. All my anxiety faded away-I had felt content. When I opened my eyes, I expected to be in a haven. Instead, I felt hot breath fan my face. Tough arms were wrapped around my waist. The stale smell of beer invaded my senses. I squeezed my closed eyes even tighter. Fear coursed through my veins. My mind did not want to accept it. I was...home?