The Yorugata

Breakneck Bridge

Heather stared at the knife in her hands, thoughts going over her life. She could think of many things to live for. Such as her mother, her dog, her books, herself.

But, even with all those, Heather just couldn't take it anymore. Whenever she arrived at school, she never once felt welcome. It was like she was only there, to be a bother to the other students, and Heather hated being a bother to people.

Heather raised the knife, bringing it closer to her wrist. Her green eyes were tearing up, frustration building in her as the blade kissed her pale skin. The hand holding the knife was shaking, her breath was uneven.

Crying out Heather threw the knife onto the floor of her bedroom. She couldn't do it. Not by a knife. If there was one thing Heather hated, if was pain. Crying, Heather rubbed her eyes, trying to think of another way.

Pills.

Jumping off her bed, Heather rushed downstairs and went straight to the bathroom, where her mother kept all her medication. Opening the cabinet, Heather saw many bottles of death.

Loratab

Lithium

Sectral

Vasotec

Advil

And much, much more. Heather's mom wasn't the healthiest person alive, but that just brought Heather many options.

Not knowing the majority of the pills present, Heather was at a crossroads. She didn't know what would happen, would she convulse, sleep, be in nothing but withering pain from the effects of whatever pill she chose?

Heather hated choices as well as pain.

Heather vented a small scream of hopelessness. What could she do? What can she do to get out of this hell called life?

"The bridge." It was barely a whisper, more of a breath of what her tired brain had remembered. There was a bridge that leaded out of their small town, if she were to jump off maybe this could all be over.

Letting out a shaky breath, Heather made up her mind. This was her final chance. If she didn't jump off that bridge, then she would come back, forget about all these stupid suicidal thoughts, and talk to her mom. She wouldn't tell her of tonight's adventures, but she will talk. And she will seek help.

But first, the bridge awaited.

Charlesbaye, Kansas was a small town. Population a total of 550, when last counted. Many people considered it Middle Of Nowhere, USA. The man who founded the town was Charles Baye, hence the town's name. The most the town had to offer was the small lake to the west of the town, where fishing was the top sport.

Until the rain stopped coming in. Now, the only people visiting Charlesbaye, were the people who lived there.

The lake that was the main income of profit, was the source of water that fed onto the small river bank that resided under Breakneck's Bridge. The name from the man who fell while building the bridge and broke his neck on the fall down.

As with any small town there was a ghost hot spot for kids to joke about. The bridge, happened to be that very spot for Charlesbaye.

Said to have Rodger Jones's (the bridge's first victim) spirit waiting for any person to be hanging around his bridge alone. He didn't take kind to visitors.

If you go to Breakneck Bridge alone, then Rodger will see you. And if he sees you, he'll push you off into the riverbed!

The bridge was the main place to haze freshmen or to just spook your friends at.