GENRE: YA Fantasy
When I determined I had nothing else to live for, I felt a great weight fall off my shoulders. I no longer had to worry about the hotel, my father's family or even myself. I imagined after the choking pain of drowning was over, I would find peace, fading into nothingness. All my cares, my very existence, would melt away as surely as the slush piled under the bridge's inner railing.
The wind pulled at my skirt, scarf and hair. Still I clung to the wooden banister, unable to do all I had intended. I used to think those that chose this fate for themselves were cowards. Was I the worst coward of them all then, too fearful to jump?
Weighed images from my past, I watched ice chunks float downstream. My skate blades hung off my right shoulder. Lack of interest and the melting ice had prevented me from using them in over a month. I brought them as a reminder of happier times, but such memories were brief and soon overwhelmed by my current emptiness. I held the blades out by their straps and watched them dangle and fall. One small splash and they disappear beneath the current for good. I thought of joining them.