It was Christmas Eve Eve.
Or Christmas Adam.
Whatever.
Then it was Christmas.
And the day after, was my suicide date.
I had to figure out what I was going to do.
I walked from my home to the bridge not too far away. It was high above a river.
I had always loved this bridge.
I'd painted it in my art class.
It was always been my plan.
Just a step.
I'd jump off.
I'd float away.
I walked past the plaque next to the bridge. The plaque said the bridge was dedicated to a man named Henry Pack.
I stood on the bridge and stared down at the roaring river below.
I stood there for an hour.
A car pulled to the side of the road nearest to the bridge.
The lights didn't turn off.
Neither did the engine.
The car just stop and a boy jump out and ran towards me.
"Cait! What are you doing," Bradley asked.
"Nothing."
His eyes were full of panic.
"Were you going to jump."
I looked away. I didn't answer.
"You were serious, weren't you? When you told me you were going to kill yourself?"
I said nothing. I looked at the river.
"Cait," his voice cracked.
I found myself staring into his tear filled eyes.
I brushed the tears away from my own eyes as I stepped into his arms.
He held me as I sobbed.
The sun set and Bradley lead me away from the bridge and to his car that wouldn't start because he hadn't turned it off.
So we walked to my home.
He held my hand the whole time.
He wouldn't let go.
Henry Pack,
Will you please try and make it to my funeral? It will be near the end of December of this year.
R.S.V.P. to my mother.
Goodbye,
Caitlyn
P.S. I love your bridge.
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R.S.V.P.
Short Story"Cait, why do you spend so much time in your room," my mother asked, "why don't you hang out with your friends anymore?" "Just tying to minimize the damage," I thought ** At sixteen, Caitlyn Ellis has decided to kill herself. She's made up her mind...
