I sat in my room thinking about the day. Austin, of all people, grabbed me out of school and took me to his happy place. Then proceeded to grab my hand and hug me. I can't believe this is happening. If my sister wouldn't of found me I wouldn't be alive right now. Stupid May. She should've stayed in her room like I told her to.
I hear a car door close. It's mom. She walks in with a stack of papers from her work. She is a realtor so she's always working. She barley noticed me in my room.
This was the only chance I'll have today to drive to that bridge. I grab the keys off the counter and head towards the door.
"Where are you off to?" My mom asks from the office.
"To jump off a bridge" I mumble
"What did you say?"
"I'm going to a friends house"
"Okay, have fun Avery"
Wow. She actually believed that. I stepped out the door and took in a deep breathe. This will be last time going out that door and into the car. I climb into the drivers seat, putting the key in the ignition. The bridge is only a couple miles from my house so it wasn't going to be a very long drive.
Instead of putting the note on my bed, I'm going to put it in my car. The police will find this and my body.
I am so done with life. I have nothing to keep living for. My siblings are gone, my dads not around and I'm left with my mom. She doesn't even talk to me. I'll be lucky if she even looks at me.
I arrive at the intersection and parked my car on the side of the road, placing my note on the drivers seat. I make my way to the edge of the bridge and look down. I thought I'd feel scared, but I don't. I feel.... At peace. For once in my life I actually feel free and not sad and depressed I feel human.
I step on the ledge and put my toes over the edge. It won't hurt for too long. Just a drop of 100+ feet. Then I don't have to deal with any of this anymore. No more school. No more responsibilities. No more Austin..
I like Austin. Not as a friend, as more than a friend. I'll miss him, but he'll understand. I need to leave this place, it's not meant for me.
I spread my arms apart so they are the same height of my shoulders. Starting to lean over the edge. Something grabs me, pulling me into it. It has to be a guy or a REALLY muscular women. My head is in his bicep. I look up at a familiar face. The first things I see are these big, sad, bright blue eyes. He saved me, wait... no.... he STOPPED me!!
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The Sunset // Suicidal Love Story
RomanceAvery Carver was your "normal" 16 year old, except, she was chronically depressed and suicidal. She was planning her suicide all summer. Then school started and there was a new boy. His name was Austin Brant. This story explains how there's still ho...