The Ugly Truth

Chapter 12 - A Bridge is the Only Solution

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I woke up in my bed, sweatier than I had ever been. I looked around but I couldn't find Ashton anywhere.

I got up and went around the house, thinking that he might of woken up and decided to go to the kitchen and eat or something.

He would always get hungry in the middle of the night.

No matter how much he ate he would still be hungry.

I entered the kitchen but he wasn't there.

“While I'm here why not grab a snack?” I said, talking to myself. “I grabbed a cheeze string and walked back up stairs casually eating my cheeze.”

Karen was still sound asleep so I tried to make as less sound as I could.

I went back to my room and took a look at my alarm clock. 4:00 am.

I finished my cheeze string and put the piece of plastic who had served as a package on my night stand.

I got back in bed asking myself why Ashton was gone.

Then, it hit me. It was just a dream.

I had just imagined all of it. Ashton, the bridge, everything!

I felt a hole grow in my stomach and I started sobbing. I couldn't believe I had just imagined all of it, it seemed so real.

So true.

I pulled back my legs to my chest and hugged them hard.

At that point I was crying a river.

“A river,” I thought. “Cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.”

It was one of my favourite quotes because it reminded me that there was always a solution.

And the solution was represented by the bridge. To get over the river of tears you had to build a bridge and get over it. The solution was the bridge. Right now, my solution was the bridge.

I got up,changed clothes.

I put on some black leggings, my favourite sweat shirt, tied my combat boots and ran out the door with one idea in mind.

Jumping off the bridge.

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