SetoSaucer
John Egbert stood at the edge of the bridge, his hands holding onto the bars as he looked into the dark murky waters. So much has happened, he was alone, he wasn't worth anything. He leaned forward, taking in a deep breath, his fingers starting to slip off the cold, wet bars. Tears ran down his face, his pale, broken face. He took what he thought would be his last breath.
Then the hand grabbed him, yanking his back onto the broken pavement, with so much force he fell to the ground.