I turn around to find a cloaked being grasping my wrist gently. Even with their face hidden behind the hood of the cloak, only the shadow of a nose protruding from the dark, I feel comfort with this person. I look down at their hand. Perfectly trimmed finger nails, and skin that looks almost transparent. They let go quickly, returning their hand beside their waist almost exactly like the other hand.
In a calm tone, they finally speak.
"How do you feel?" The question took me by surprise and snapped me back into reality. I was standing beside the edge of the bridge, a small crowd of people forming beside the bridge close to where I was standing, but not paying attention to me. I wanted to see what was so interesting to catch the attention of all these people but the cloaked figure started to walk away and I couldn't help but feel drawn to this person and follow them.
"Hey, who are you?" I called towards them, almost sounding desperate. They stopped abruptly and turned back to me.
"Follow me." Once again, they started to walk away. I made a slow jog to reach the side of them. I quietly walked alongside them, watching all the people of the city chatting amongst themselves, laughing and smiling. The cloaked being turned right off of the main street connected to the bridge onto a small sidewalk surrounded by trees.
"The park? Why are we going there?" I asked the figure.
" Because I want to show you why jumping off of that bridge was, and was not, a mistake."
YOU ARE READING
If Only There Were Options
Teen FictionLooking over the edge of a bridge, you might be scared. But some people find comfort testing the chances of death. Knowing deep down inside, you could be seconds away from the plummit to the end.
