Chapter One- Penelope
The Golden State Bridge has had more than 1700 people jump off it since it has been built in 1937. Only 25 people have survived that jump. Besides its terrifying history, The Golden State Bridge is mighty beautiful at night.
The lights and the cars zipping by makes the bridge look attractive. I can see why it gets a lot of visitors. Although, my visit isn’t a good one. I do get the see the amazing sight before I die.
Sirens break me out of a trance. The familiar red and blue lights make my heart race. Next are the screeching tires coming from the stopping cars. People are yelling, no begging, me to get down from the edge. They don’t know what I’ve been through. They don’t know my past or future, my name, what my favorite flower is, They don’t care about me. They just want to tell a crazy story with a happy ending.
I’m sorry guys, but this story has no happy ending.
I close my eyes again and continue to breathe. I need to make my peace to the world before I do this. I can’t go down hating the world for my crappy life. A tear escapes from my eye and travel down towards my chin.
“You can’t save me. No one can. Right now…when I jump there will be no regrets. Don’t feel sad or depressed.” I turn around to see the crowd of people around me. A man who looks to be in his mid-thirties steps closer to me. The man fucking scares me! No lie! He is built like the rock. He has a dark black bread with wild eyebrows. His hair is the same color just with blonde tips.
“Lady…get down. You don’t want to do this. You have loved ones that will miss you if you jump.” His deep voice, which sounded more like a growl, made me step back a bit. His words make me feel…offended. He doesn’t know me! He doesn’t know my life or how my home was also the home to satan’s twin.
“You know nothing about me! You don’t give a shit either! You don’t know that constant pain I go through just by waking up and living another day!” This is already too much. I made my peace. Now…I need to jump and quick before the cops figure out a plan.
“No one cared then…and no one cares now.” With those final words I turn around and jump.
It feels like flying and freedom. I get this sudden burst of happiness knowing this is the end. I am finally out of their trap. I quietly giggle to myself. My long brown hair flows with the whipping of the wind. I just close my eyes and enjoy my ride.
I know the water is approaching quickly but it doesn’t seem that way. It seems like it is hours away. I feel as if I’m flying through space. Everything is slow, quiet and thoughtful. Nothing but open darkness. That is all I need.
Suddenly I crash hard into the cold, dark and blue water. I basically stomach flop on the surface of the water, but travel farther down. I felt a sharp pain in my head when I land on the rocky bottom. I groan and struggle to breathe. I am losing oxygen quickly. This is it. I am reaching the end of my time here in hell.
The need to suck in air became too much. It is a struggle to hold my breath. The burn in my throat and lungs is crazy! I keep repeating the same words in my mind, ‘This is it. This is it. This is it…” With those thoughts running in my head I finally breath in the water.
This makes the burning in my chest worse. I gag for air, but I know I’m not going to get any. I don’t want it. I breath in more water as my vision blacks out. This is it. This is it. This is it.
