High School Rebel

The story of 'The Bridge'

Hey guys, sorry I haven't been updating. I've been busy with school and stuff, but I will try to update this story as soon as possible.

I'm sorry lovelies <3

(P.S.) This chapter might be short.

"What is 'The Bridge'" he asked

"Well I can tell you, but it's better if you don't know." I replied. "What? Come on. Now I have to know. Please tell me." He begged. "Fine, I'll tell you,"
"Yes!" He said. "At 'The Bridge'"

"Fuck you." He mumbled.

~A little while later

We finally made it to 'The Bridge'. And Taylor was anxious to know what 'The Bridge' was. We saw Jocelyn skipping stones by the water. We started walking towards her.

"So this is it?" He asked. "Yup, this is 'The Bridge'." I replied. "So you got me excited over a old, ugly bridge?"he asked. "It's the story behind it that gets everyone." I said.

"What story behind what gets what?" Jocelyn asked. "The story behind 'The Bridge," I replied. "Ohhhh, yeah. It got me the first time I heard." She said. "Wait, what is the story about?" Taylor asked. "Come over here and we'll tell you." I replied.

We started walking to the place that me and my friends hang out at under 'The Bridge'. "Ok, so what is the story behind all of this?" He asked.

I started. " There was this girl that I knew. She used to be my best friend. She had to be the most strongest, and loving person I knew. The thing is, she wasn't perfect. She was bullied all her life. He parents abandoned her as a baby, and was left for dead on the streets. She was found by a couple, who took her in as their own. They gave her the name Alyssa. They loved her unconditionally, until one day. I believe she was 5 or 6 when this happened. The couple died. How? The woman shot the husband. The cops were called. The woman went to Alyssa. Alyssa was in her closet. The woman opened the closet doors and aimed her gun at Alyssa's head. Alyssa closed her eyes and started to cry. BANG. A shot was fired. The woman fell to the ground. Alyssa, in the corner, she opened up her eyes to she a man like figure with light shining out from behind him. He kneeled down and picked her up. For the man was not Jesus, it was a police man. He tried to comfort her as much as he could. He started to walk out her room. But Alyssa looked back, the was the woman, with a bullet to the back of the head.
Alyssa was taken in by her babysitter. A middle age woman, about 35, red hair with blue eyes. Alyssa was raised by her, but she was also raised by abuse. Lily (the babysitter) , would come home drunk or high every night, with a different man each time. Up in her bedroom, Alyssa would hear the moans and other noises of her new caretaker and different men each night.

For the past 5 years. In the morning of every day, the man that Lily brung home, would rape or abuse her. She lived with that for five years. Until the day of her twelfth birthday. Right after Lily would come home with another man, that was her time to escape.

Clothing all packed up, with a little bit of cash that she stole out of the men's pockets when the left their pants and stuff at he house.
It was at that moment, she ran away, twelve years of age, she ran away. At first she was uneven and didn't know what to do, with little money. She sold herself for money and drugs. She did this till she was 15. But one day, a man picked her up. Going back to his place for sex, once they arrived to the mans house. She started crying.
It was the same house that the couple who took her in at a young age, house. Instead of the man having his way with her, he took the time to talk to her. For hours they talked and talked. The man made her a deal. She could stay at that house and start fresh again, if she promised to take care of the house and put her past behind her.

She agreed.

It was November 12, when she went back to school, I was the first and only to talk to her. It took some time for her to adjust, but for some reason I was the only one to talk the her. I had no idea of her past, so I guess that's why. It was only a couple weeks later, she became really depressed, and then became sucidal.  She told me everything that happened, I tried to help her, but nothing worked.
It was June 24, we officially made a hangout spot. A place to go for peace and to get our minds off of things. We would only go there if we needed to calm down.
It was that same night, it was warm, with a cool breeze. She texted me to meet up with her at the bridge. So I went to go comfort her. I was at that spot for 10 minutes, waiting to see her. I started to walk around. I picked up a few flat stones. I started to skip them.

The ripples that the water made was so beautiful. I looked at one ripple and followed it with my eyes. It was then I saw a reflected of the bridge. And a girl at the edge. I looked up at the bridge, and there was Alyssa. I screamed ' ALYSSA!' She looked at me, tears swelled up in my eyes and started to roll down my face. At the moment I saw, a little smile. The moonlight reflecting against the water was on her face with a smile. Then she looked down, put her foot out as if she's going to walk on air, down she went. I watched her with my own eyes. Just falling. SPLASH. She was in the water. Alll I saw was bubbles, but no Alyssa. I fell to my knees and cried. I cried till dawn reached my face. I just cried myself to sleep.

I was later woken up by a officer. He said he needed answers. As I looked, I saw people surround the river. I tried to look past them, and there was Alyssa, washed up, dead, along shore. The officer asked me what happened and I explained.
I could not bare to see her. I just wanted to, just, I just wanted to know why she smiled.

I went home, and that night, it finally hit me.

She smiled because all that pain and suffering was about to be gone, and she would be, once in her life, happy."