He's following me, I know he is, he always is. The man wrapped in dark cloth; the man wrapped in death.
I'm walking. I don't know where, but I'm walking. I see the bridge. He's walking right next to me, touching me.
Its a dark night, as dark as it can be with light pollution, but still dark nonetheless.
His hand is very coarse, whenever he removes his hand from my shoulder, blood and sand come out.
I don't know what I'm doing, I'm being controlled. I'm going to kill myself. I'm going to jump off the bridge at exactly 10:30:30, soon enough that the mercury traveling my veins will reach my heart before I even hit the water. I'll be in the air, yes, but that's just a backup and a way to dispose of my body. I reach the bridge, climbing over the rail and sitting down, waiting for the right time. I don't know how long I was sitting there before I stood up, but it was time.
I jumped.
I don't scream, I don't feel anything. I, am dead.
