She felt emotionless. The feeling of the emptiness, the void of emotion. The crisp cold air swirls around her now thin frame. The tear tracks running down her face are beginning to freeze. The city lights glow brighter in the darkness that has consumed her entire world.
Shoes and socks off. One step forward. Was she ready for this? The comforting cool air is now a chilling wind that seized what little life she had left. Another step. Who would miss her anyway? She was just another bullery face in a crowd of people.
She brung both of her feet to the edge, ready to fall. The dark soothing water crashed in waves before her. She leaned forward just the slightest bit. Her hair ripped around her face as the wind grew in power. She took one step off the lonely bridge.
Free falling.
She felt free. Free of her troubles. Free of the pain others caused her. Free of this construing "life." Ready to go to the next one. Her hair was like a stranger behind her. Her shirt and jeans flapping in the rush of air. The water was getting nearer. Before she could hit the water she passed out.
Blackness.
Emptiness.
Void.
Cold.
Very cold.
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Short StoryJust some little bits of writing I wrote. Anyone can use them. Updates will just be whenever. If you have an idea and you want me to write it, I'll try. I just suck at ideas when it comes to stories. Some topics might be a little depressing so a fa...
