I stand on the edge of the bridge, the cold night air cutting into me like a knife. The wind's vicious, ripping at my clothes, my hair smacking against my face like it's trying to make a point. Below, the river's a black, raging beast. Loud, wild—perfect. The chaos down there? It finally matches the chaos in my head.
I cross my arms, more out of habit than anything, trying to hold myself together. But it's not the cold making me shiver. No, it's the weight of everything that's piled up inside. I feel like I'm standing in a world that's too big to give a shit about me, but somehow, I'm suffocating in it anyway.
This bridge? It's exactly what I need. Quiet. Isolated. No one's gonna try to play the hero out here. Not for me. My dad? He's probably passed out by now, slumped in his recliner with a whiskey in hand. He won't even notice I'm gone. Hasn't noticed me for years. Why start now?
"A fucking disappointment." His voice stings worse than the wind. I clench my fists so tight my nails dig into my palms, trying to fight off the tears threatening to spill. Crying's a waste of time. Crying's for people who think something can still get better. Me? I've got nothing left to fix.
I glance down at the river, my lips pulling into a bitter smile. Midnight's creeping up, and with it, the end. Finally. The noise in my head is gonna stop. Not because I'm happy—far from it—but it's funny, in a twisted way. The only peace I'm gonna get is at the bottom of that river.
Bridges are supposed to take you from one place to another, right? People cross them to get where they're going. But for me, this is the end of the line. No other side to reach. Just an end.
The wind screams louder, mocking me, and I can almost hear the idiots who used to call themselves my friends. "She's being dramatic," they'd say. "Looking for attention." Yeah, right. They weren't there when Mom died. They didn't see Dad check out of my life, leaving me to pick up the pieces of this fucked-up mess. They wouldn't last a day living inside my head.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. I ignore it. Too little, too late. Whoever it is can shove their concern. The night's wide open, empty, but at least it's offering me a way out.
Tears sting my eyes, blurring everything, but I swipe them away, furious. "Get your shit together, Dylan." I hiss at myself. I'm not weak. Not anymore. I used to be the one who laughed at all of it, cracked jokes no matter how bad things got. But now? There's nothing left to laugh at. That version of me is dead.
The world spins. Time's up. I take a deep breath, letting the wind shove me around, daring me to step off. My heart's slamming in my chest, my body trying to hold onto something, but my mind's already made the decision.
The clock strikes midnight. I smirk, the kind of smirk that says, "Let's end this." One step forward, and I let the darkness take me.
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The Girl Who Was Supposed to Die (GirlXGirl)
Teen Fiction--- In the dead of night, Dylan stands on the edge of a bridge, her mind heavy with the pain she's carried for years. The world around her feels as distant and cold as the dark waters below-a mirror to the weight of her broken family and lingering s...
