☆ A Wonderful Day For Suicide ☆

Chapter 1 ☆ The bridge

Your eyes ached so badly from all the restless nights. Dark circles under your eyes were visible now, people began getting worried. Days seemed as they were morphing together, it felt as if you were slowly disconnecting from reality - society - family - friends - The world.

Your legs began taking you closer to the edge of the bridge. You gripped the cold railing, you gripped it hard. The icy crystals plastered upon it pierced through your skin - it stung. Blood began making its way through the cuts on your hand, though you only gripped the railing tighter and tighter. You wished to feel something other then sorrow. Blood was seeping out of your hands at a fast rate now, though you smiled.
You smiled.
You grinned at the blood on your hands - You enjoyed how the pain felt. Hell, it felt better then anything you had ever been given before. The ice crystals began to break under your hands from the dramatic pressure that you were forcing onto it. The small frozen pieces stabbing deeper into your skin. You stood up straight, clearing the thoughts in your mind as you bled from both your hands.
You decided what you would do.
You decided what you would finally do, the deed you were planning to do since you were 12.
You were going to jump off the bridge.
Tears began to roll down your face - though they weren't tears of sorrow... they were tears of joy, tears of happiness. The same tears that started this whole mess.
Tears seemed to be your worst enemy - but in this case, they were your best friend. You slid one of your legs over the railing, stepping on the ledge of the bridge. You drew your other leg over the railing, gripping onto it behind you. The breeze began to ruffle your hair, and small droplets of rain began to mask your tears.
You closed your eyes, beginning to let go of the railing. You began to lean forward before something grabbed your arm from behind.
You whipped your head back, your eyes meeting a man.
Who was he?