Tales from the dark and twisted grave

one step (waning may disturb some)

I stood on the edge of the bridge, looking down at the water. One step, just one little step, and my pian would be over. Everything, the nagging, the name calling, the degrading, all of it. ONE LITTLE STEP. I closed my eyes and lifted my foot, but suddenly my arm was grabbed. I looked over and saw a man holding my arm. "What are you doing?" I blinked at him. "What?" "Why throw your life away?" I frowned. "I'm in pain." He pulled me down, I looked up at him. "And? Everyone hurts, its how you know your alive." "But it hurts." He gave me a look. "Everyone hurts, love hate laugh. It's all how you learn, grow. You cant throw that away." I watched him. "And what about you?" He smiled. "I keep an on people like you." His wings extended, they were black as the night. "Someone has too look out for lost souls like you."