The icy, murky water roared as it rushed 250 feet below. You sat on the edge of the bridge you've grown fond of after visiting it so often. You were out there every day after school, contemplating what would end it all.

The bridge was large, with stone, concrete, and heavy metal beams. At first, when you could still remember at least one good thing that happened that day, you'd cope with the bad by painting the bridge. Art was your outlet for years, and the countless number of empty spray paint cans at the bottom of the river you had tossed off the side of the bridge when you were done with them was hard proof of that.

A little time after you spent months painting every bit of rusted metal with artificial rose vines and bright red flowers you had reached 10th grade. The school was just Hell. It always has been for you. But you know you can't just "drop out." There is none of that for you. You have to stay in school or go to work. Neither of those things interested you, but you'd rather try to learn than use your learning. You have good grades, let's be honest, low B's and high C's. You used to be better, a straight A student, but navigating homework and the missing assignments, your awful teachers breathing down your neck, pressuring you to do better... Let's be real... you're struggling.

One evening at the bridge, you heard the voice in your head, urging you to pull a Third Eye Blind and be the "Jumper." Or, a Papa Roach, and reach the need to pull out your "Last Resort."

"C'mon... do it." You urged yourself.

You're hearing it more and more often these days, and after contemplating it for a while, you realize, there was close to nobody who would care if you did it. This made you laugh, and you'd probably look like a psychopath to anyone just looking at you.

You looked down at the murky water again, thoughts dark and cold, telling you to plunge into the roaring river almost three hundred feet below. You leaned forward.

"Hey- woah!" A man exclaimed when he saw you, leaned over the edge, looking like you were going to do what he never wanted to witness. The man, Sebastian Stan, tried again, "Kid, please get away from there!"

His voice was rushed and panicked, but... you couldn't hear it in your head.