Today I am going to kill myself. I woke up as it started to rain it was gloomy and very foggy it was the perfect day to die. Nobody will never suspect it. It all started with the kids at school the ones who make fun of me just because my dum stupid old name "Jessie". What kind of parents name your kid Jessie the name that a parent would give to a little baby girl. But today they will be sorry that they ever made fun of me. I will die in the most convenient way possible, just like how all the kids laugh about. The jerks! They just laugh and laugh about how they would rather kill themselves than be friends with me. Now I will actually kill myself. I am going to jump off the biggest bridge in the state, The Golden Gate Bridge, San Francisco. Nobody will ever suspect it till it is too late then they will be regretting the day that they made fun of me.
As I went down stairs down to the kitchen and decided to have the most gloomy cereal "cheerios" , Blach so bland. My Dad was at the dum job of having to go and teach stupid adults on how to do science or whatever, I don't care. My Mom taking all my dumb five younger brothers, all the brats, I hate them! So I finished eating I went upstairs to get ready for the worst day. I got dressed in my most favorite pair of clothes. A normal pair of jeans with a Metallica shirt, and a pair of worn out Converse, (like the rest of my clothes). I went to the bathroom the worst part of the Apartment. I squeeze by the door and I comb my long brown hair down but it wont settle so I just leave it. Now I am ready for the worst day. I put on my jacket and leave.I get on my rusty bike so I can go to the Golden Gate Bridge to jump and nobody will stop me. So I got on my bike and dragged it down the appartement stares (because the elevator does not work anymore). It is still cold outside on this desperate, January morning. While I was leaving I thought that it was a Sunday so their is not as many people so that not as many people will see me jump, Perfect, but not like it matters or anything. I lived only three miles from the bridge so it won't be that long to get there. As I began riding people started to wave at me but I pretended to be happy for the last hour that I am alive so I waved back to them while smiling. I never had a good smile, I remember when I was in fifth grade I had a dismal photo on picture day when the got the year books at the end of the year they all saw my photo and started laughing and teasing it was the worst day of my life. But today will top that definitely. I got to the bridge at actually 10:00. They didn't let my rusty old bike on pathway of the bridge so I decided I would just walk it when I was walking nobody was paying attention to me. They had no idea, the jerks! When I got to the middle of the bridge I stopped Looked around and decided was it worth it to jump. I saw somebody yell at somebody else while using crude language and gestures. Yeah I wasn't making a mistake this world was doomed for insanity. I looked around again. I waked I bit further. As I started to cry, then I Jumped. As soon as I jumped and my feet left the railings I regretted it. But it was over there was no going back it was over the contract was done I was going to die this was truly the worst day of my life. As I hit the water it was the most excruciating pain I have ever been in, I could feel every bone in my body break. The water was cold and I never was in this pain before. I felt the cold water rushing into my lungs how was I still alive. I couldn't even breathe then it was over I felt no pain. Is this what it is like to be dead. I feel the hands of an angel grabs me from under the water to lift me up. As I got out of the water I felt pain how could I still feel pain if I was dead. I hit the ground it was smooth and cold every thing was cold. I felt compressing on my ribs the water from my lunges came out of my mouth and I could breath. My eyes opened up and I saw a man he was the man that saved my life. He rushed my to a hospital and I spent the next two months healing there. Thanks to that Man I lived again. The worst day of my life had turned into the best day of my life.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Jump
No FicciónThe 13 year old Teen Jessie, getting ready for the worst day. He will kill himself.
