The Bridge

I stood here on this Bridge and I peered down into the black water, a tear flowing down my face quickly joined the giant watery grave. I closed my eyes and saw his face, Drake’s face. His brown spikey hair reflected the sun and his green eyes held so much emotion. We laughed as we threw soda cans at the passing cars. We didnt care about anyone or anything except each other. But he held a secret even I didnt know about. I kind of always knew he was depressed after he lost his family in a tragic car accident, but he never showed it. I figured he was ok, but he wasn’t. And in the end, he flung himself over this bridge. The same bridge we caused so much trouble on, the same bridge we kissed on, the same bridge I stood on now. I opened my eyes as another tear dripped off my eyelashes. The full moon’s reflection mocked me, almost as if it was daring me to jump. Tonight I ran away from my house where my mother stayed with her boyfriend, they didn’t care about me. She didn’t like me because of my behavior, because I wasn’t perfect like my sister and he didn’t like me because I was half of my dad who he hated. I was alone, not just on the bridge but all my life. But Drake came along and he was the world to me. Now I stand here, my black hair whipped around my damp face as a warm wind blew past, but I kept my eyes focused on the water, wondering if Drake was looking up at me. I couldn’t stand the empty feeling I held in my stomach. Did anyone know where I was? No, why should they? They were too busy with themselves to even notice me. Once again I closed my eyes and heard the sickening splash of Drake’s body hitting the water and my shrill screams as I heard of his death. I loved him, he was the only one I ever did love. I took one last deep breath, stared down into the river, grasped the handrail, stepped up on the railing and let go…