THE INNOCENT

The Sucide

My whole body was forced forward up until my head crashed into the windshield. I was bleeding really bad. I felt like my head was about to burst. My heart pulse increased by just about 20%.

I forced myself to sit upright. I forced open my eyes real slow. The first thing I saw was the ghost. Right in front of me. He didn't seem to care that I almost died cause of him. He pointed to the left. Why? Why would he tell me to go left? All that was to the left of me was railing. In front of the railing, there was a long drop down.

"No!" I shouted.
He nodded. He then pointed again, but this time, with more force.

"Why? Do you want me to fall to my death?" My body continued to tense up.

He shrugged.

Why was a ghost coming here to tell me to jump off the highway without a reason? Could he not speak? Was I going crazy? This makes no sense.

After I sat there deciding to jump off or not, I decided that I had nothing else to loose. I got out of my car, with my legs broken, and struggled to crawl towards the railing. Every limb in my body was aching. I was smothered in blood, and there I was. Crawling to my death.

I finally made it to the railing. It was a far way down. Every sense in my body was telling my to stop and turn around, but the ghost was motioning to me otherwise. This craziness needed to stop.

I moved my legs to where they were in front of me and scooted over to where my legs were dangling off the highway.

I am doing it. I am actually going to jump. I have to, or this ghost will keep pressuring me to do it anyway. Here I go.

I gave one last push forward, and suddenly, I was airborne. I felt the wind as I was going down. I didn't scream, because I knew that even if I did, no one would care to hear me. There was no turning back anyway. I was done.

When I hit the ground, It was pitch black. I hit it hard. I was dead, but yet very much alive. I was a ghost as well. I could see myself on the ground. My body was completely smashed.