I suddenly woke up and instantly felt a cold chill run through my entire body. I then felt the hard, rocky surface underneath my face. I struggled to open my eyes and once I did, I realized that I hadn't gone home. That wasn't exactly new for me, but for some reason I was surprised that it was happened this time around. I used all of my muscles to sit up on the rock I had been sleeping on and squinted my eyes to see what was around me. The first thing I noticed was the sky. It must have been around five in the morning, or not too far from there. Despite the frigid cold of the morning, I took the time to appreciate the beauty I was seeing. Sunrises and sunsets were some of my favourite things to look at. Their natural beauty reminded me of how precious life really was, even if I most often thought that mine wasn't worth living.
As I closed my eyes yet another chill ran through my body. Then I really felt the cold. The waters were so calm and peaceful at that time of the morning. Behind me was the hydro dam, old and rusty but still in functioning order. I turned to look at it for a moment, if it ever opened I would be swept away. I sat on a large rock by the banks of the river near the bridge and the road. It was one of my favourite places to retreat to when I needed to think or simply get away from everything. I'd also spent a few nights under the bridge, but I'd never passed out like that there.
"I thought you'd be here!" A familiar voice called out from behind me.
I looked up and saw him standing over the bridge, my best friend Arthur Crowley.
"What in the world are you doing here at this hour?" I asked him, turning away to face the water.
"The same thing you are," he replied in his Irish accent, "I suppose."
I rolled my eyes as he walked over to the other end of the bridge and jumped over the railing down to the once fenced in area, walks down the little dirt trail created by the many people who came down onto the rocks and then walked over numerous big boulders and finally jumped down a little drop to the piece of ancient stone I was still slouched on.
"What are you doing here Melissa?" Arthur asked me in a genuinely concerned tone of voice.
"I guess I didn't go home last night," I muttered in response, "does that really surprise you?"
"No, I suppose it doesn't."
"Now, what are you doing here?"
"I woke up it was three this morning and called you but you didn't answer."
"And that worried you?"
"I'm always worried about you Melissa, you know that."
Only a small moment of silence passed before the sound of an old rusty dam opening disturbed out moment. At first, I flinched on the spot before I was able to regain control of my body and run off. I wasn't conscious of anything around me while trying to climb back up on the rocks. The only thing I could think of was getting away! I ran and jumped on and off of each rock as quickly as I could as the raging waters got closer and closer. Finally I made it up to the little trail and subsequently latched on to the side of the bridge and threw myself over the railing. I flopped down on the concrete of the sidewalk and simply lay there on my back looking up at the sky that was slowly changing colour.
"Arthur Crowley!" I heard someone yell.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on getting back up. I was so sore and everything had happened so far. I was somewhat disoriented but I could hear a few people having a conversation not too far from me.
"Arthur! What's going on?" I heard a female voice frantically call out.
"It's okay Josephine," he replied trying to calm her down, "it's fine."