Band Aid

Only a few minutes left.

Then I'll be in hell.

5..4..3..2..1..

God help me.

As the rest of my classmates ran out of the class room, rushing out of the door like water through a dam, I instead took my time.

As I started listening to music, I was soon immersed in the sound.

Now the halls were full of students.

I kept to the side. My left arm was brushing against the wall as my boots clinked down the hall.

No one noticed me.

I am used to it.

The only one who ever did was James.

My James.

Now I am a loner, the girl in the back.

I made my way to my locker.

Soon I was one of the only people left in the hall.

I took my books and shoved them in my meatallic locker, but didn't bother with the bag.

I made my way down the halls to the parking lot.

I kept walking.

I walked down the same streets I have walked my whole life.

Then the bridge came into view.

I ran across the street to where the rapids were more forcefull than ever.

I swung my body over the ledge and sat on the cool, wet brick as my legs dangled off the side.

I could jump.

I have thought about it so many times.

To jump.

Then I think.

And I wonder;

What would James say?