Suicide, what a bad thing
Monday.
Of course.
It has to be Monday.
Because of it being Monday, here I am trudging towards my High School, Silverwood High.
By the way, Christmas/Holiday/Whatever-you-call-it break just ended. So, fuck life.
I started to cross the bridge When I notice a beautiful brunnete girl that I recognize as Jasmine Kane. She's heading the opposite way to school, which was weird. God, it didn't help that she was wearing short shorts, a semi-oversize grey sweater, and her brown hair was gently blowing in the San Fransisco wind.
As I reached the other side, something caught my eye.
Jasmine was about to jump.
My body reacted before my brain and I started to sprint. I reached Jasmine just as she jumped. I grabbed her pale hand, and she stared at me with fierce hazel eyes.
I am the only thing between her life and her death.
Her hand started to slip.
But I didn't let go.
Together, we plummeted into the icy depths if San Fransisco Bay.
Before we hit the ice, just moments after we fell, I whispered into her hair, "Just a by the way before we die; My name is Will Quaint."
Jasmine seemed to try to say something- but our lives ended before she could finish.
This was it. I'm going to jump. I have no one left in the world.
Fuck, My own mother left me.
I glanced one last time at the slowly rising sun on theGolden Gate Bridge.
I jumped.
The shock never came.
I opened my eyes to see what was keeping me from leaving this world.
And my eyes locked with a familiar pair of gentle blue orbs. I knew this person.
I finally recognized those gentle eyes as Will Quaint's.
My hand started to slip.
No, I can't go now. I finally have something to live for.
I squeezed my eyes shut and prepared to die.
Alone.
But as I fell, I was wrapped in the strong arms of The cookie-loving teenager.
"By the way, before we die, my name is Will Quaint." What adweeb, I already KNOW his name. But yet, I opened one hazel eye and started to say something- but the icy waters engulfed us before I could even speak.
We died.
We, that sounds so beautiful. If only I could have lived to say that.
