Brooklyn Treasures // Spot Conlon

Prologue

Isn't it strange out calm water is?

Like how the waves in the river never have that glimpse of worry

Or how they gracefully crash on the shore.

Sometimes my mother would compare me to the waves

Saying how calm I am with people, and myself

But right now I felt as if I was lighting

Striking the ground in a rage so powerful it could kill someone

Or rooftop tiles

How they wiggle with anxiety when faced by rain

Right now I wanted to die

That's why I'm standing atop the Brooklyn Bridge, walking one foot in front of the other. The waves under me crashing with intensity. 

The truth was my life was over. I was left by my parents, my boss "let me go," and it felt like everything was going wrong.

I used to think something like this would happen.

But not now

I had something to live for

For example my sister, Angelica

She meant the world to me

But I thought she would care when I left. She watched from the meeting room, staring at me with no emotion, no thought

Like she agreed with my boss. 

'Do it' My thoughts told me

Who would care anyway? It's not like I had anybody anymore

Sure I had those friends who I talking to ever so often

But it didn't count, because they wouldn't care

No one would

I looked down once more

The waves were calm now. They looked warm, but cold at the same time.

I was going to jump.

I took out my bun and let my hair cascade down my back.

I looked around to make sure no one was watching me.

Then my feet moved before my head, and I was falling.

I closed my eyes but someone grabbed me.

I looked up at him

"Where do you think your going?"