The Bridge

  The wind softly blows her hair over her shoulder as she tightens her grip on the rail. The bridge is deserted just cars hastily passing by. She looks out into the Sunset, deep in thought about her life.

  no one walks this bridge for there was no sidewalks and the cars always sped on their way by. This was her bridge. This is were she went if she wanted to be alone.

  She was thin and her skin was ghostly pale. She began eating a little less and loosing weight a little more. She became apathetic and distent to everyone she loved.

  Dusk turned into night and a tear fell down her cheek. It hurt her that no one came after her. No one cared that she was out late at night. Another tear fell down her cheek as she stepped closer to the rail.

  Another car sped by. Should she do it? It wouldn’t be that hard. All she would have to do is just swing one leg over and then the other. Or she could just hop over. However it would be, it would be quick.

  Another car came but slowed down to a stop. Her mind started racing and got ready to jump. Last thing she wanted was to be stolen and raped. She should just get it over with. She wouldn’t let him have her.

  The man got out of the driver seat as his friends watched within. He didn’t say a word as he reached out his hand. All she could do was stare at it.

  She began to panic and she gripped the rail tightly swong her leg over and started to fall. Before she hit the water she thought why a stranger would want her to live and saw the man watch helplessly.

  He took one look at his friends and jumpped in after. The girl was washed to shore before she drowned and the Man got dragged under the current and died that day. At times, fate is never kind.