I'm sitting in the rear passenger seat staring out the little, grubby finger printed window, off the bridge. I'm wondering what it would be like to be suspended in the air, falling, falling, falling, towards the clear, windsurfer filled river. Death was in my hands. It was so close, yet so far away.
These suicidal thoughts come dramatically multiple times a day. I'm just sitting here thinking with my arrives in, draining out the ongoing conversation my parents are having and thinking about whether or not I should try to end my life again. This time though, I think I might succeed.
I mean, I could easily open my door and jump out and off this bridge like it was fucking nothing. I actually sorta wonder what happens after death. Does your soul just keep living? Do you even have a soul at all? Sadly, as the car stops at the light, I realise, 'Damn, too late now anyway.' And just like that we're headed home.
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A/N: Sorry it took so long to complete this part. It was hard to get the idea onto paper. I wanted readers to start to understand what the book was about and yada, yada, yada.
Anyways, I hope you like it. Don't forget to vote and comment. :p
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March 6th
Teen FictionLeanah Willyemz, a sixteen year old tells how she prepares for the biggest dedication of her life. Go or no go? Deal or no deal?
