Interlinked

Prologue

I felt the wind blow against my face, blowing my hair behind me. I was atop the Golden Gate Bridge, yet again.

The feeling of the intense winds almost blowing you off balance would scare or even horrify the normal person, but not me. I felt as if I had lived through such conditions my whole life, my face was expressionless, and I looked down at the San Francisco Bay and let out a deep sigh before closing my eyes and letting myself fall towards it.

The air coming against me was nothing, I knew I would feel the pain, but I would not die. I would face no repercussions for my actions. I was simply an immortal nobody.

The fall would only take a few seconds, but it felt like forever, after what felt like hours I splashed against the water. I felt the intense pain all over me but nothing broke since I was well, immortal. I let out a few cries of pain before simply swimming my way to one of the support beams underneath the bridge.

Once I was in the safety of the concrete platform, I simply lay against the red metal beams that kept the bridge up, the bridge that had been around for oh so long.

I remember when I first moved to the USA after my parents had died and I lost contact with my family, I moved here, and it was the first thing I saw out of the window of the plane that took me here.

It's a surprise that the city cares enough to keep it around, especially with the spanning bridge contrasting the ever-growing city, the bright neon lights making the structure look old and outdated.

Well, if it gets the job done, I guess.

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I had swum yet again to get to one side of the almost mile-long bridge, I was now walking along a sidewalk, drenched and cold. I was visibly shaking but everyone I passed could care less. People in this city are cruel, I honestly forgot why I moved here but, if I was to move again, I wouldn't know where to go so, so this is my forever home now... forever.

I didn't mind the cruelty of the people, however, I was used to it, to getting ignored. The only understanding people in this city is no one. The world I am used to is devoid of people there for me. I remember the last friend I had, they died though. I remember my family, that was so long ago. I miss it so much, even though I can hardly remember their voices, I still miss them. I sort of have a longing for... I can't describe it. I have a longing of being wanted, of being cared for, of having someone there for me.

I shook my thoughts away as I sat down at a bus stop. I sat on the metal bench, still damp. I was so cold, I felt sick, but I knew even if I was it wouldn't matter. I lived a sad life, I did this shit every day, this endless loop of work and suicide drove me crazy at times, but I kept it together. I knew I couldn't go crazy cause if I did, I would live a life of intense pain for eternity.

I chuckled at that, as I didn't already. I looked down and started crying uncontrollably. This was a daily occurrence, I'm so alone. But I knew I had to be, if I got attached to someone that would just cause problems in the future. No one will be there for me forever, I knew that, so I did everything in my power to avoid that feeling.

Just then, the bus pulled up and I stood up, wiped my tears, and stepped inside as the clear doors shot open.

I walked inside and paid my fare before sitting in my usual spot, the very back. It's like there was an unofficial seating chart, I knew everyone and where they sat but I never talked to any of them.

The bus ride was long, it felt almost surreal. This was a feeling I would get almost every night coming home.

I looked out the window, the bright lights of the towering skyscrapers illuminated my eyes, I saw in the distance metro trains speed by, too bad I couldn't afford to travel like that. I mean, I could but I enjoyed the old bus, even though it was dated I felt as if I had been using it forever, which technically I would be.

So many people, so many different lives, and yet every one of them is more significant than mine. Some nights I would simply sit on my balcony, too depressed to even try to kill myself. I think some people would relate to that feeling, just being so sad you can't even do anything. I think that's what it's like to be depressed. Actually, I know that's what it's like.

I looked out the window again and saw my apartment building, I'd get up, walk through the aisle, and out of the bus doors before feeling the slight breeze as the doors closed behind me and the bus sped off.

I looked up at the old building and sighed. I lived a few miles out of the downtown area, yet even such a short distance, the style of the buildings would change dramatically, becoming poorer and poorer in condition.

I looked to my right and looked at the bright neon lights just across the bay, I always dreamed of living there. I mean sure, it wasn't perfect, but it was for sure better than this. I took a few steps towards the front door, and open the doors, walking into the lobby but leaving it just as fast as I entered it.

I entered a narrow hallway that contained six different elevators. I stood in front of one, pressing the button before waiting awkwardly.

After some time the metal doors slowly opened and I stepped inside, pressing my floor number before the doors closed and I felt the elevator move up.

I sighed, "What a day, what a day." I said, the stoic expression on my face never changing.

I said that knowing that I did nothing but work, explore, attempt suicide, and go home. That was pretty much my life, I wasn't proud of it but it was what I chose to do. I could rule the world, I could be a famous person, I could do anything I wanted in life, yet I chose to live this sad, sad life.

As the elevator doors opened in front of me I'd walk out of the small space and into the long hallway, trudging to my room before pulling out my keys, fiddling with them for a bit before finally unlocking the door and throwing off my clothes.

Now I stood there, just... naked. I wanted to just fall asleep, but I knew I probably should take a shower first.

I stepped into the bathroom, letting out yet another heavy sigh. It's like, a quote.

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I stepped out of the bathroom in only a towel, before digging through my closet and putting on some shorts and a t-shirt.

I then flopped onto my bed, throwing the sheets over me and closing my eyes.

"I can't wait to do it all again tomorrow."