THE BAD GIRL [COMPLETED ✔]

(2) B R I D G E G I R L

To find solace for myself, I walk to the bridge outside the city.

It isn't used much and is deserted because there are rumors of ghosts living here.

The origin of the story is funny. They said that a girl jumped into the river and gave up on her life along with the child that was growing inside her.

Oddly enough, the guy with whom she had the baby, went missing only to be found dead later in the same river.

Rumors have it that, people who visit it are often tempted to take their lives.

And I know better than that.

I have spent most of my nights sitting by the incomplete bridge.

I have to admit, it is chilly out here and it makes me grip tighter on the T-shirt I am wearing.

I sit on the edge, my legs dangling.

The water beneath is however, gushing with full force like it has no place to stop. It reminds me of something though; life doesn't stop for anyone.

More than anyone else, I know the blackness that has tainted my soul and it refuses to go away.

I have accepted that no matter what, this darkness is bound to stay and if anything, it is just going to increase.

I stand up from my position and look down at the water like my life depended on it.

Just one step and...

"Hey, you! What are you doing?", I hear a sharp, shrill and deep voice from my back and I look around.

I wouldn't be able to see him if there hadn't been the light posts at the side.

His eyes are the first thing I notice.

No matter how poetic people go while describing eyes, but I couldn't help but describe them in one single line. Under the light, his eyes shone like the golden hue of brown.

"You are?", I narrow my eyes at him.

He shuffles on his feet, removing the excess mud that covered the initials of the bridge.

"Well, It doesn't matter, does it?", he says as he comes closer.

"Moreover...", he hangs off as he takes a look at me... Or rather my body and leans down to see the sight beneath him. "Ahh, quite the spot you got, I see. The stream below isn't shallow, rather it seems deep. But, are you okay with the coldness though? It is cold enough already", he says pressing his palms on his arms while rubbing them up and down.

He has gotten the wrong idea. But I don't feel the need to right him either.

"I have never seen you come here. What do you want?", I ask in a rude attempt.

"I heard this part of the city is haunted or something. So I thought I would take a look at it", he says.

"Then I assume, you are new to the city?", I ask raising my brows.

"Well... I was born in here but I went to Mumbai when I was little and now I am back here", he says and I just nod in return.

"Well, tell me, are you fine with the coldness?", he asked again.

"If I jump down, would you stop or try to rescue me?", I ask instead of correcting his misconception.

"Hell no! Why should I? After all it's your decision", he says.

"Of course you wouldn't", I mutter under my breath and I notice him raising a brow at me.

"I wasn't going to jump actually", I sigh finally.