The Bridge.... (Written by me)
She stood up and walked out the room, with a slight feeling of alleviation. Her hair tickled her neck as she layed it behind her ears. Her eyes gleamed, the feeling of revenge felt surreal, she couldn't believe it. The coldness of her husbands body was chilling, the rush of guilt charged through her 'what have i done' she whispers to herself while walking through the empty close. She turns back to retrieve him, then it all comes flying back to her, the way he threw those words at her, the unwanted stare in his eyes, the feeling of the cold stairs against her body was agonizing. 'No' she says, wiping the tears from her eyes, she runs down the wet stairs, trying not to slip. She walks down the cold, empty streets, she looks at her shadow, 'it was me' she thinks to herself, she has no remorse, it was his fault, those wild eyes patronising her every move, she had no say, he was her voice. The way his boney hand hit her face before she fell to the floor. She stares at the bruise on her arm, the bruise he gave her the night before. He had no degradation.
She finally makes it to the bridge, she looks at the rippling water below her, the way it is dramatizing the moon, she thinks of all the things she never done, she thinks of all the things that shouldn't have been done. How she put up with it all was improbable, the wind blows her hair towards her dry lips, she closes her eyes, and breathes deeply into herself, 'this is it' she whispers.
She walks along the bridge,with her eyes still closed, listening to the cars passing her, with there bright lights shining in her eyes, all she can see is a dark red. She opens her eyes and looks at the city lights shimmering before her. She cherishes these last few moments of freedom she has. She feels a trickle of water slowly travelling down her face, she looks up, at the dark sky above her. She looks at the stars and falls to her knees, she quietly weeps into herself, its raining harder, her shirt is becoming heavy, her mascara is forming a large dark shape under her eyes, she doesn't care how she looks though, who was she to impress? She wipes her eyes and clasps her hands together, she prays that god forgives her 'please god, forgive me for what i am about to do next, and for what i have done in the past.'
She rises to her feet, and takes one last glimpse at her past, she listens one last time to the waves hitting the rocks, to the peaceful sound of the wind hitting the branches on the trees, the feel of the gentle breeze against her body. She grabs onto the wall of the bridge, and pulls herself up, she finds her centre of balance on her feet. She looks down towards her death, the image and sound of water doesn't seem so peaceful anymore, the wind feels stronger than it did before, the rocks below her don't seem so calm anymore.
'Theres no turning back now' she says to herself, she leens herself forward, and as she falls gradually to her death, she takes one last breath and says 'i'm sorry'.......
