You didn’t think anyone would be here, specially not at this hour. It was 2am and you had tried to sleep, tried to turn off your brain, stop the suffering by sleeping, like you usually do, but it didn’t work.

Nothing could turn off your brain tonight.

You walked to the Ballylaggin bridge and stood on the edge of it, just watching the water. Watching as the current washed away old leafs and tree branches.

You were gonna do it. That was the plan. Close your eyes and let the wind push you . But you didn’t get the chance.

“Jesus Christ. Get down from there right now.”

Lizzie Young’s voice snaps you out of your trance. You look back at her and swallow thickly. It felt like you had a rock in your throat, you couldn’t speak or make a noise, too scared of moving.

Lizzies sister Caoimhe lost her life in this bridge a few years ago. It made you feel shitty that she had to see you this way after all she’s been through.

Nobody was supposed to find you.