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Things were intensifying. The clouds starting to down pour on your 13 year old self. All you wanted to do was cross that river. To find happiness. Peace. That’s what a classmate did recently.

Or that’s what you remember as you stood on the edge of a bridge. Over the same river you always went to…10 years ago. Though this isn’t the real Jordan River, it was nicknamed it. Many people have died along this river, hoping their next life will be better. Just like you hoped.

As you closed your eyes, stretching your arms out so the wind would push you down, a hand gripped your wrist and pulled you back onto the bridge. Making you land on your ass. As your eyes traveled up the man’s outfit, being black combat boots, stylish black leather pants with multiple chains and some what baggy, and a black hoodie with the hood over his head. His scarred face looked down at you, shaking his head and pulling out a cigarette.

“Jesus…could you have at least waited till no one was on the bridge? I don’t want to see someone end their life in a pathetic way after a long day…”

His eyes rolled, lighting the cigarette and turning away from you as he inhaled the smoke.