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The streets lights hardly lit the way out of where she was headed. Wherever that maybe, Becca didn't care anymore. There was always a time to give up and let go what you so badly harvest, unfortunately it was one of those days when she couldn't fight the depression back. She had knocked herself plenty of times inside her small spacious dorm room. Becca had done everything she could to stop those thoughts slipping through. She really did, she even read the bible to stop the feeling of grabbing something sharp close to her wrist. Still no use, she had thrown the old book of worship across the floor, letting the pages tear as it hit the floor. Her last resort, a walk, a walk would stop herself from thinking through what she wanted to do so bad. A walk would may things better, or so she wanted to believe.
It had taken an half hour to get to the bridge. The old structure had always reminded Becca of the old bridge back in Maine, summers when she used to spent her happy days with her dear aunt, those days were long ago. Aunt Renee had passed away, now Becca stood alone, will she be meeting her on the other side? Her flat shoes made no noise against the pliers wood of the bridge. It may have been the rushing water beneath her, or whatever it was, she didn't care. Becca heart beat race faster, she took a hold of the old chipped railings, nothing was going to stop her from taking her life. Nothing will ever, she step over the railings, planting her rare against the rail, her hands held tight against the railing. The river rushing now looked enticing, now all it took was one sprint in the air, her entire body will be facing the bitterness cold just waiting to greet and take her life away.
It had taken an half hour to get to the bridge. The old structure had always reminded Becca of the old bridge back in Maine, summers when she used to spent her happy days with her dear aunt, those days were long ago. Aunt Renee had passed away, now Becca stood alone, will she be meeting her on the other side? Her flat shoes made no noise against the pliers wood of the bridge. It may have been the rushing water beneath her, or whatever it was, she didn't care. Becca heart beat race faster, she took a hold of the old chipped railings, nothing was going to stop her from taking her life. Nothing will ever, she step over the railings, planting her rare against the rail, her hands held tight against the railing. The river rushing now looked enticing, now all it took was one sprint in the air, her entire body will be facing the bitterness cold just waiting to greet and take her life away.