I don't know what I expected to see when I finally opened my eyes, but it certainly wasn't my apartment.
Was it all just a dream? Did I take the pills and just fall asleep? I couldn't stop myself from hoping so. Going to that bridge was a huge mistake, I realized that now.
Part of me knew that it happened but I wanted so badly for it to be a dream.
The only evidence that the night before was reality was the forming bruises on my back where my body connected with the water.
How did I get back here?
In the moment, I decided that the answer to that question didn't really matter. All that mattered was that I was home, I was safe. Somehow, I had gotten a second chance and in that moment I decided I wouldn't waste it.
For longer than I care to admit I had been walking around the earth as a zombie, an empty vessel. I knew that that wouldn't change over night, but I had something I never had before; hope. Hope that I was here for a reason.
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How to Save a Life
Teen FictionSkyrah is about to start her first semester of college. She is battling depression and she is close to letting it take her over. Fate leads her into the arms of Aaron. Will Aaron be able to bring Skyrah back from the depths of depression? And will S...
