The Ugly Truth

Chapter 13 - Life Unexpected

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"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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If I had jumped off that old bridge on that dark morning, I probably wouldn't be here writing about it.

I would either be dead or really hurt and keeping my journal to date, would be the least of my concerns.

I did try to jump, but I got stopped half way by the one person that couldn't have possibly been there.

It was the one person I missed and loved the most.

My little brother.

Kyle.

He had growned a few inches over the past year. He looked more grown up and looked quite handsome.

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I was running as fast as I could.

I wanted to get this over with as fast as possible before anyone had the chance to stop me. Not like someone would actually come, find me and beg me not to jump.

If I said that I never considered suicide as a solution I would be lying.

I considered death so many times but never had the courage to actually try.

Even now that I was running to it, I still asked myself if it's the best solution.

What would happen to my parent's when they found out?

What about Karen?

And, what if Ashton came back and I was gone?

I washed the questions away. Life gave me no choice but death.

I never seriously thought about it before my dream.

The dream that was telling me that the bridge was the only solution.

I tripped on a rock and fell. I scorched my knee but I didn't care.

My redemption was coming. Just a few minutes and I would finally be free from my horrible life. And most importantly from the ugly truth of life; Death.

I finally arrived at the bridge. I watched the sunrising. It was so beautiful. But not enough for me to miss it. I stepped on the railing.

I took a big gulp of air, my last, and I prepared to jump.

“STOP!” I heard someone behind me yell.

“Ashton?” I thought.

I turned around.

It wasn't Ashton. It was my brother.

My dead brother, Kyle.

“Get off the railing Ana,” He said taking a step forward.

I carefully made my way to the ground, trying not to slip on the cold metal.

When I touch the ground I started crying. Kyle wasn't dead. After all of it, he wasn't dead!

He stepped closer to me and took me in his arms. Like he was trying not to break me, just holding me in his love.

And then, everything went black.

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