Kei

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  I didn't know where I was going. My best bet to kill myself was a bridge. They wouldn't let a tramp on a building. But because i didn't know where i was it was kinda hard. I would need to start asking people where one was. I saw lots of faces. I asked the nearest person. It was a woman about 30, her eyes looked at me. They were a soft brown.

"Excuse me, but do you know where i am?" I asked.

But she just walked on. I asked the next person. And the next and the next. They all ignored me or couldn't help. The only one who was any help told me that i should keep walking down and i will find Big Ben. I could find my way from there. So i kept walking. The only thing on my mind was what the man had said to me last night. I just couldn't forget it like i normally could. I was so used to people calling me a tramp and homeless, so why did it matter now? People even said he should die so why did that one person make him actually believe all there hash words. i'm only 17. Something wet drips on my hand. Rain. I look up to the sky and stop. People push past me trying to get home. I stop someone to ask for the time. 11:38pm. 

after an hour i find Big Ben. The streets are empty. I look up at Big Ben. 12:27pm. The bridge is right there in front of me. I can just walk over to it. But instead i just look at the puddles forming at my feet. All i see is a blurred man looking in the water. Hes a mess. His sweatshirt grey dirty and is two sizes to small for him so it shows his skinny body. His eyes a deep emerald green, shining with tears. His skin is pale with coldness. His mouth never seen a smile. He looks back at himself, wishing he didn't need to be pushed around by higher people than him. Then he looks at the tall flats right near Big Ben. They would have a nice view. all the lights are out in the buildings. One of the doors open and some one walks out towards me. All i can see of them under there black coat is shiny deep blue eyes.

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