Total Outcast

Haunting Past

"No! Please stop!" I cried as a tall muscular bald man in a black shirt and dark denim jeans attempted to undress me from my pajamas...a tank top and shorts. I kicked and tried to hit him but failed miserably.

"MOM! DAD!" I tried calling for the only people I trusted.
"It's no use sweetheart, they're dead."

The tears escaped even faster and harder, I cant breath, I can barely see, inhaling any type of breath I can.

I didn't realize what was happening anymore. My top was impelled from my torso and my shorts were soon to be off. I came back to reality. The man had tattoos. Lots of them. I couldn't tell what half of them were, but I did notice flames. Flames with a date inside. 9/15/12.

"AH SHIT YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT" the man yelled, returning me from my daze. His nose was bleeding, busted lip. Had I hit him? I don't care what I did, but he's on the floor in pain. I ran. Out the house of course. As fast as I could. Ran to the only safe place I knew. Under the bridge. Sypler Bridge. Or as everyone calls it 'The bridge of tears and souls'. Why you ask? Because theres been multiple suicides that's happened on this bridge.

I come here for safety, because no one dares to come this way. Rumors pass that the dead souls of those who committed suicide here haunt it, and those who roam these areas will go into sudden depression and will soon join the suicidal group of teenagers.

I've been in depression way before this bridge, so if I ever decide to end this bullshit called life, I have the Bridge of Tears and Souls.