brooklyn bridge❤️‍🩹

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date ; september 2nd, whatever yr
age ; 17

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your pov
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today was a warm morning, it was beautiful outside. the leaves were falling, it was almost fall. i loved fall, too bad i wasnt able to see the rest of it.

i live in new york, near the gorgeous brooklyn bridge. it was gonna be amazing seeing that before i go. life isnt easy for me, being an 11th grader meant i had a lot of preasure on me.

especially with grades. i hated myself for my grades, b's and a's. it should be just a's. i try hard but im not enough. so im finally ending it.

i wasn't pretty either. i was y/h/c. and other people with that hair managed to pull it off, i just couldnt. i hated it.

i didnt have a flat stomach, no matter how much i starved. it wasnt skinny like other girls. i wish i was like the other girls. i hate my body.

i look at the time. 7:04. ah, almost time. i might as well be early, you know?

its a 30 minute drive, eh. not too long. i play my favorite artist on the way, phoebe bridgers, and the song nothing new with taylor swift plays. i like her too, but phoebe is my favorite.

huh. that drive was quick. 7:37. i park somewhere close but not close. i walk up, staring down. its a beautiful view. gorgeous. i pull out my phone, send a message to my friend, and close my phone.

oh, did i mention my parents arent around? my dad went to jail, my moms a drug addict, so i live on my own. kinda silly, huh?

my friends blowing up my phone, im not even gonna bother. nothing could stop me. unless someone like idk taylor swift shows up, but as if.

no one would help me. listen to me. i wish they would, though. itd probably prevent my death. my hair is blowing in the gentle breeze. i think its time.

7:41. a minute late, well, its fine. better late than never, right? anyway, i climb over the rail thing, and look down. wow. gorgeous. i could stare at it all day.

„ wait! please, dont! "

who was that? sounded familiar, probably no one important.

i look back.

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??? pov
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im on a walk, paparazzi are being nice i guess, not bothering me. im walking through new york, brooklyn to be exact. its a nice place.

im walking over the bridge and see this girl, shes probably 16 17, who knows

shes staring over the edge, it must be pretty. i walk up near her and she climbs over the edge

what?

no, please let me help her, please!

„ wait! please, dont! "

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you pov
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taylor swift. what? how, i dont even think she lives in brooklyn! i-i was joking earlier about her! this isnt real, right?

„ please baby, dont. let me help you "

i step back, and go over the edge. but not off the bridge, no. i step back onto it and run into her arms. i cry, so hard.

„ its okay, its okay. ive got you. whats wrong, dear? "

everything.
but i dont say that

i do however, tell her everything. that im a 17 year old without parents and i hate myself. that i dont have friends. that ive starved myself. that my arms and thighs are covered in cuts.

„ im so sorry, baby, you live alone? "

„ yeah, i do.. "

„ stay with me, i promise ill take care of you. please, let me be your mother. ill adopt you. you deserve way better than what you have, so let me give it to you. "

what? shes serious? oh. no ones really ever been nice to me.

„ a-are you serious?"

„ of course, darling. would you live with me, let me adopt you? "

i just nod. i cant say anything and cry harder. but its different.

i dont feel sad. i feel joy.

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