By Chance (a NaLu fan fiction)

v.

L U C Y

I look horrible-my eyes are bloodshot; my cheeks are stained with tears; and my hair is a mess. I am pretty sure I had received a few looks on my way to the place where I am right now.

Usually, I wouldn't actually dare go out with me looking like I would set myself on fire any moment but my thoughts are completely blank and all I could think about is to go here, at this very special place.

...Magnolia Bridge.

This is the place where my mother's cremation was thrown. After a week or so, this is also the place where my dad's remains will be tossed in too.

It doesn't take an Einstein to know why this bridge is very special to me.

I inhaled a large intake of breath as I stared at the large body of water that could drown me in a few minutes if I ever lose my balance. I am currently sitting at the railing of the bridge-one bad move and I'll surely die. It was two in the morning. There is no one awake to yell at me to move aside; there is no one there to tell me to stop being stupid.

I felt liquid pour down my cheeks. They're gone after all-the people who would definitely be the first to tell me that-my parents.

I clenched my grip on the railing as more tears rolled down my cheeks. My throat felt sour and my chest felt tight. This must be my punishment; my punishment for refusing my father's will to get married to a total stranger; my punishment for not being good enough.

With those thoughts spinning in my head, my grip loosened and the next thing I knew, water had slammed down on my body. I didn't dare fight back. Water had clogged my throat and I felt the urge to gag but couldn't.

'I'm already dying,' I had thought as I felt my consciousness slowly drift away. They say that when you're dying, you start to hear things and right now, I guess that is happening to me. I kept on hearing someone telling me that I am the stupidest person he'd ever met.

Funny, instead of I getting riled up like the bitch I am, I felt a wave of comfort hit my chest.

Was it because I know that my dad will definitely tell me that if he knew that I am now dying because of suicide?

Maybe that was it.

Everything turned black.