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Willow's POV 

Fearless. That word came across my mind over and over again. That word means nothing but pain. When will the torture stop? Fearless...Fearless...Fearless....Be Bold, Be Brave, Be Strong, Be Fearless.

Was I doing what I am doing now because of fearlessness or fearfulness? Could it quite possibly be a combination of both?

I climbed onto the railing.  I looked down towards the water. It was a long way down. The way to the end of it all. Hopefully I will die on impact.

I was in both physical and mental pain. I looked at my wrists which were covered in scars. I looked at my bruised and broken body. The body my mom birthed, and beat like a punching bag. The body that for some reason, my father couldn't keep his hands off. In many more ways than one.

I started crying, well I thought I did. I might've been crying this whole time and I was just now realizing. The wet, warm tears slid down my face and dripped down into the chaotic river below. Soon, I will follow.

My tears were stained slightly red. Red from the crimson blood from my nose, cheek, and wherever else on my face was scratched. So...much...blood. I'm used to it though, it's just a normal sight for me now.

Now I was climbing onto the other side of the railing. I stood there, making the final decision. End it now, or just go home and have to deal with my parents?

Soda's POV

Steve and I were on the way home from the DX. We were excited because we got to go to a drag race tomorrow. It was the one thing that could keep my mind off of Sandy.

I swear I loved her so much. I don't know why she didn't love me back. I don't know why she cheated on me. I don't know why she was fucking some random guy while I waited for her. I don't know why I am still thinking about her.

"Is something on your mind, buddy?" My best friend, Steve, asked.

"Yeah, Sandy." I said glumly.

"Soda, ya better not still be in love with her." Steve said firmly. He hated Sandy. He wasn't the only one. Everyone else did too. God, why didn't I listen to him and the others when they told me she was no good?

"I'm not, I just can't get 'er outta my mind." I said, which was true. I wanted her out of my head. I just couldn't forget about her. That was until I saw a girl standing on the other side of the railing on the bridge. That wasn't good.

Willow's POV

*Flashback*

After the cheer competition, I walked glumly, my footsteps all out of order. We lost, bad. My parents did not settle for anything lower than first place. I knew what I was in for when I got home, I just somehow had to survive.

I opened the door and my parents were waiting at the kitchen table. They already made me walk for three or four hours by myself. It was already an hour drive, but they made me walk home anyway. They said if I couldn't win, I didn't deserve a ride home.

"What took ya so long?!" My mother asked me loudly. I looked down, trying to think of an answer that wouldn't make her mad.

"I'm-I'm sorry, I was thinkin' about how I-I could win next time." I said, stuttering nervously. I really didn't want to get my ass beat after a competition and a four hour walk home.

"Ya shoulda been here sooner!"  My dad yelled, standing up and walking over to me. I still looked down.

"Look at me when I'm talkin' to ya, ya hear me?!" He asked, screaming. I looked him in the eyes, tears going down my face.