the bridge

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I climbed and stood up there, for the fifth time. I've been climbing up and down the ledge since midnight, and this is going to be the last and final time. The first ray of sun touched my face. Surprisingly that dawn, no cars passed by across the bridge. It was just me and that crow that had just come and sat on the metal structure of the bridge. If someone passed by they would definitely stop me. So weird for a person like me, who is suicidal to think about someone saving her; but I still I wanted someone.

I was in my thoughts when I heard a voice. The ledge was not very wide and thus i missed a step, trying to look back. A warm hand held my cold one. "Sorry to scare you." The girl said. From her appearance it seemed as if we were of the same age, but the way she dressed and her voice made her look older. She was strong. She pulled me back and on the road. "Are you dumb?" she said picking up my bag that was kept on the side. She was glowing in the first rays of the sun. I thought to myself "Why am I not glowing?" "Dude, I literally asked you a question?!" She asked raising her hands. "You are dumb to save me." I said snatching away my bag from her. "Wait don't you go to my school? We have classes together literally. Agnes, the girl from your calculus class." She stated as we walked down the bridge. "I don't know any Agnes," I increased my pace. I was taller than her and my steps were wider than her. "Why the fuck are you so rude? I helped you, a 'thank you' was preferred here?" She tried matching my pace, as she came running. "Why were you standing on the --" She couldn't finish as I turned towards her and she bumped into me. "Don't try to be the 'Theodore Finch', just don't. I'm not a 'Violet Markey' and definitely not yours." I took a sharp turn and practically ran to my house that was two blocks away. She shouted out in the open, "You are weird, and I didn't call you rude because you didn't know me. I don't even attend the classes, how will you even know me." The last part was mumbled but I just arranged the words that she would say.

As the hour kept on increasing, I sat staring at my pet tarantula, in its terrarium. I mumbled a sorry as I stood up, grabbed my backpack, came out from my room, took some protein bars from the basket and went out of the main door. I rode my skate board to the school everyday, but that day I didn't feel like it. I had had a weird morning that day, and my mood was not very pleasant. While crossing the road I was also on the verge of meeting with an accident, but I didn't plan to die in front of so many people, very contradicting to what I said in the morning. I reached the school a bit late, but thankfully the classes hadn't began till then. People whispered something at each other while I walked down the corridor, towards my locker. I didn't pay attention to whatever shit they were gossiping about. I went in and sat in the first class I had that day. It was calculus. The others joined me. The teacher came in, carrying the pop quiz  sheets we had last Friday. "Welcome to the class Agnes Abbott" she said as she handed out the pop quiz papers. I turned my head to look at Agnes, the acquaintance I met at the bridge and definitely not to my surprise, she was smiling at me. I rolled my eyes at her and took my paper from the teacher. As usual I got the highest in the class, its not like I'm bragging, but I was a top tier student in my class, but why do I have the urge to die? Well its my hobby, just like Dazai in Bungo Stray Dog had. Well I didn't need anyone along with me, but I liked to feel the thrill to die, I was weird. I was battling depression and was heavily addicted to drugs. Infact I was addicted to whatever made me die faster, so yeah, I was very weird.

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