Your life has never been the better. It wasn't the worst either, but you suffered a lot. You had gone through several traumas that had marked you for life.

Well, luckily, your life would end up there. You planned it. You were going to walk to the bridge, hop over the railing, and jump onto the train rails. Easy, fast. You'd do it at night for better mesure.

So that's what you do. You walk to the bridge, wearing your better attire. You at least want to feel beautiful putting on a last show. You slowly approach it, in silence, with the pressure of what's going to happen.

You stand in front of the railing, holding onto it, ready to jump. At least you think that you are ready... But your heart starts thumping. You take a deep breath and start to raise yourself over the railing. Suddenly, you hear a car pulling over and a firm, feminine, and full voice calling behind you

"Hey. What are you doing ?"

She sounds worried and gets out of her car. A police car.