"The dark streets had dim street lights, I walked slowly, the sound of cars heard. I just kept walking down the road. Light rain pitterpattering on roofs and the ground. Splashing through the puddles as I walked. I walked into the bad part of town, rain peling the tin roofs of old broken down buildings. I was headed to the old run down bride. Why I was headed there, I'd tell no one. I soon was standing there, on the bridge. I climbed over the railing and stared into the dangerous water. I can't swim, so this was perfect. I lept off the edge, and hit the cold waves. I felt myself struggling to breathe. And soon the warm embrace of death greated be at the bottom"
