The Bridge And Beyond

chapter 6

It all started that day. The uncontrollable and never ending war with myself. Everyday, if I hadn't already pledged my free time after my classes to Tara, I'd spend it at the gym. I sat for hours with my IPod on replay, continuing the same, strenuous activities day after day. Lift this, push that, punch that, kick here. All I could think of was how good it would feel. No matter the cost, my motto remained. I wanted this more than anything I had ever encounter in my brief fifteen years of living. Whenever I wasnt working out, I would work on classes or go to work. "Hey Ada, hows it going" Bethany, my co worker asked as I doodled on the hostess stand for my shift for that day. "pretty fairly decent, yourself?" a hint of sarcasm escaped me. "Could be better" "We all could be a little better" "I suppose" she spoke lightly before running off to tend to her duties and the customers. I felt bad for the bitter vibe I gave her, I just don't wanna be here. I thought to myself, as I continued doodling. As I sat stiff in the stool made for a bar, not a hostess, waiting for someone to walk through so I could fake a smile, a cheery voice and help them to their seats. As if people werent smart enough to figure out how to sit down where there was room around. I went to the back of the kitchen, making mental notes. 'don't eat. Allow yourself a little water so you feel a little full. But other than that, your fat ass can go months off of stored fat' the thoughts floated around me. I grabbed a styrofoam cup, filled it with ice and water and felt the chill slide down my throat as I heard my name called out from behind the prep chefs counter. The voice came familiar and I immediatly processed it as Jarrod, And extremely tall black chef who Kind of had a snoop dog look to him. "Hey little momma, you hungry today? I made some extra fries" My co workers were like my family, and the boss like my mom. Well, considering she really was my mom. "no thank you, I ate a lot this morning" Lie. Id started lying a lot over the course of the summer. I walked out to the pier that was directly connected to the restaurant for a little break. Theres

A bridge that goes over the building. I always thought about the people who I knew had jumped off it before. Then, something happened. I saw someone standing at the edge. They just stood there. I finally realized who it was. It was me. I watched myself jump off the bridge flat onto the harsh water. I let out one loud scream, and everything faded out.