Life On Death

News

Vanessa-

Two days after Erik and I reported Sebastian I was out on my lawn getting the daily paper. I walked into my house and pulled the paper out of its plastic bag. I burst into tears as I read the headline, bit my lip and sobbed. I looked at the article to see if it was someone else, to see if I was wrong. I bit my lip again. So hard it started to bleed, but I didn't care. I put my head down on the table and wept. Wasted all my tears. When I had none left in me I leaned up. I read the paper out loud, to make sure I was not dreaming, "Sebastian Lee kills himself by jumping off Sailor's Bridge after harassing a teenage girl, Getting himself out of a three-year penalty in jail". Before I got through the headline I burst into tears again, tears I didn't even know I had.

All of a sudden I missed him, missed him so much. Why had I ever gone out with Erik, I wanted Sebastian, I needed him. Why had I ever given him up? I needed to be with him, even if it cost me my life. I scolded myself in my head, I could never be with him. Then, an idea popped into my head, he was worth my life. If I died I could be with him forever. Nobody could stop me, or us. Yes, I was going to do it! I was going to see him again! I needed to. I remember when I had first met him I had felt a spark. Something was there, telling me I needed to be with him. I ignored it at the time but now I feel it more than ever. I had to get to him! There was only one way to but I was going to do it! Tonight!

I waited all day with anticipation for the moment. When the moment finally came I drove down to Sailor's Bridge and swiftly walked to the middle of it. It had to be the same spot. Then, it would be guaranteed I would see him again.

I stood there scaling the bridge and looked around, I made sure nobody was there to stop me. I sat down quickly waiting for the people walking by me to pass by.

It was freezing and dusky, I thought of bringing a jacket but I knew it would be useless. The Chicago wind burned my face, I used my hand to shield it but quickly put it down. There was no point in it because after this I would no longer feel pain.

I stood back up, up onto the edge of the bridge, my chest shook as I inhaled. I jumped. The last thing I saw, a glint of the beautiful reflection of the stars in the water.

Regret.