I'll never, ever sneak away.
Why should I?
My home's abandoned.
So I put on my jacket and go.
It's too easy.
The streets are busy, and no one sees me.
I see them.
In their expensive winter coats.
Their fancy cars.
For a moment, I envy them.
I see the bridge.
It's beautiful.
The fog hasn't lifted and the water's clear.
I walk faster.
Maybe this time, I'll fall.
I've tried.
It doesn't work.
When I try to leave, they only pull me closer to them.
I stop to look around me.
The whole world is silent.
Streets are busy and people move.
I'm deaf to them all.
One more step and I'm on the bridge.
This is it.
I walk up to the railing and take off my shoes.
I don't know why.
Maybe I'm scared.
There's nothing to look forward to, when you don't believe in god.
Only darkness.
Is that my mistake?
No.
Fear is my only mistake.
I step up to the edge.
I'm standing on the rim.
Life and death depend on this one final moment.
I spread my arms.
Wind pulls at my hair.
Cool water fills my lungs.
I do not struggle.
Why should I?
I am free.