Nothing.
Nothing was worth fighting or living for.
Nothing ever was.
Life was a complete and utter joke.
At least, that's what I would tell myself every time I came here. "Here" meaning the Vincent Thomas Bridge. I often wondered what would happen if I just... jumped.
Would it change my mind about all of this? Maybe it would be different from everything else I've tried. Maybe some "higher being" would finally decide to save me and I'd come out of there with nothing but a scratch or a broken bone.
Or maybe I would finally die. Maybe I would hit the water and break my neck. Maybe I would drown, or maybe I would hit my head on a sharp rock at the bottom.
Any of these things could happen.
And there was only one way to find out.
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Bottle and a Gun
FanfictionIt's hard being stuck inside your own head. It's even harder if you've become an addict because of it. TRIGGER WARNING - Drug/alcohol abuse, relapse, and detox - Self harm - Poor mental health - Mentions of suicide - Strong Language - Sexuality - M...
