The Girl on a Bridge

I sit here in my idle car, thinking about all I have lost. My parents died in a plane crash on the way to my wedding, at which the groom stood me up. The piece of shit to whom I was going to give my love and whole life to, left me at the freaking altar! He just didn't show up! That fucking cow skipped town with a slutty, blonde receptionist from his work. As if that wasn't enough, the baby who I had conceived with him, died in a still birth! I didn't even get to meet my precious, little angel! I feel a tear fall down my cheek and onto my lap at the thought of my little girl, whom I never met and never will.

The rain begins tapping on the windscreen and roof of my car, reminding me why I was here. I exit the car, slamming the door on the way out, almost being blown away by the harsh wind that attacks me. I walk towards the bridge's railing I parked by and climb over. Now, I am literally holding the railing for my life. Looking down I see the deep raging river whilst my long black hair whips me in my face. I look back from where I came from only to see my crappy, dented, red 1956 Holden sitting on the empty road. I let go of the railing as I also let go of my life, and fall down into the stormy depths of the water, letting the demons of hell take me...