I jumped.
He could feel the wind in his golden hair, as his stomach rose to his throat. He was hurtling down to the East River, and even though he had not hit the water, his mind swam.
The pain is too much. Everything hurts, it just hurts. I can't bare this anymore. Nobody cares, nobody wants me around. I don't have to deal with the judgement, the bullying, the loneliness. No more darkness. No more pain.
As he neared the chilling water under the Brooklyn Bridge, he heard a young child yell, "Mommy! Mommy, that golden boy is falling!"
Everything slowed. He knew what the kid was gonna see and what they would remember for the rest of their life. He knew that their mother would have to find a way to explain what he was doing. As soon as he hit the water, he'd be dead. As soon as he hit the water, his parents wouldn't have a son. As soon as he hit the water, his life was. . .done.
Time caught up, plunging him towards the river. Faster than any rollercoaster he had ever been on, faster than he had ever drove. All the things he was thinking was wrong, he was wrong, everything was wrong.
"No, no, I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Mom, dad, help me! Mom, I don't wanna die!" He screamed, "Please, I want to live!"
I want to tell them I'm sorry. I want to tell them it's not their fault. I want to tell them not to cry, that I was just a person. I want to change everything. I want to go back, I want to hug my mom one last time, I want to laugh with my friends and kiss my brothers' cheeks and read my niece a story and go to college and live my life. I lost that chance, as soon as I hit the water.
