My legs tremble, but I still climb the railing.
The water is clear.
It's beautiful.
I hate to make it ugly with my body.
Holy shit.
I put a hand to my throbbing head.
It pounds and spins.
I groan.
My Vans stick to the cold metal, keeping me in place.
I continue climbing to the top of the railing.
Here we go.
It's just a swim.
No biggie.
Just fun and water.
Then nothing.
I close my eyes and take in the breeze.
The view is beautiful.
Tires squeal behind me, and someone shouts at me.
I lean forward.
But arms stop me.
They pull me backwards away from the edge.
Away from release.
I fight and cry.
A familiar voice whispers things to me.
"LET ME GO!"
I yell at them.
She struggles to keep me down.
"Hush. Its ok. Breathe, Charlotte."
I hear her dial a number.
"Yeah?"
She pauses and gives me a deep look of sadness.
"I found her."
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
