My only connection to the world is the rope, tied to the bridge. I slip my freedom over my head and pull it close to the back of my neck. I swallow my last breath along with my fate. I creep to the edge and step out on to air. Falling. The rope burns the back of my neck, a taste of hell.

My body hangs and dangles above me. It stays, I fall. I have been ripped from my body, not from gravity, but by the powers of hell. My soul is condemned as I continue to fall. Through the water. Through the earth. Into hell, Where death awaits.