I stood at the end of the railing of the Bridge. This was my last stand. I was going down. I looked down at the people, no one notice a seventeen year old girl standing at the end of a bridge. Who would, all they care about is there life. Not mine, I'm no one to them. I closed my eyes, and leaned over the edge a bit. At least I won't go down not being remembered. It's not like I hid in the shadows all my life, well maybe in the beginning. I came out of my egg shell and went out into the world. I opened my eyes and let one foot hang. This is what it means to be free, to fly. I closed my eyes again and let one hand go. I took a deep breath and let go altogether. I felt the wind flow though my hair. Then I hit the water. Cold water surrounded me and I sunk, deeper and deeper. Until the dark grabbed me and never let go.
“Did you really want to die?"
"No one commits suicide because they want to die."
"Then why do they do it?"
"Because they want to stop the pain.”
― Tiffanie DeBartolo
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Teen Fiction“You have fun at the cool kids table. I prefer my spot over here with the real people.” ― Dan Pearce Riley hates school, like any other teenage. But the thing is, she doesn't hate the work. No. She hates the people, the popular people. The cheerlea...
