It was another mundane day of living for you. You mindlessly walked back from school and you ended up at a bridge. You took a look at the sun setting, it was a beautiful shade of pink. You sat on the ledge of the bridge which sat over a river, having even climbed the railing over. You weren’t going to die.

Swinging your legs back and forth, for the first time in your life your mind seemed to had quieted down. You found yourself jumping off, not actually though as you dead hanged off the ledge of the bridge. Scary. Dying is scary. You pulled yourself back up.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” A voice yelled as they harshly tugged on your arm to pull you over the railing.