9 years later
Hues of orange and purple painted the sky as dusk comes to an end and the moon rises. I breathe deeply, staring at the waters below. They seem to be inviting me, telling me to jump and be with them. To turn into foam and disappear from the rest of the world.
I caress my neck, deep purple decorating them as fresh bruises resurfaced. But the pain runs deep. It's always been like that and the scars have never left me.
May it be the scars that Anna inflicted when I was 10.
The pain of losing Leonel when I was 17.
The damage I had done to myself and the destructive path I had walked through in the remaining years of my teens.
The emotional pain I had gone through when I lost Pierce at 21.
Or the psychological and emotional trauma I had endured being with Josiah only to end up all alone by 25.
Every last one of it never left me. It seeps deep in my bones destroying every last bit of sanity I had salvaged for myself.
What once was full of life was now an empty carcass. A shell of a person that I once was and I don't know how to get back to my feet.
I don't know how to plant my feet on the ground anymore. I want to fly. I want to drown.
I want to die.
And right now, this bridge I'm standing on seems too inviting. I planted my palms on its railing and lifted my body.
Everything felt light. I'm finally going to be at peace.
But then hands wrapped around my waist, as someone pulls me far away from the bridge, firmly planting my feet on the solid ground. It takes every ounce of strength I have to not lash out at the person who took away my chance to be at peace.
But then he spoke. And once again, I figured fate was finally ready to play with me again.
"What are you doing?"