Audrey

It's 2:06, no parents to worry about her wear abouts. It was a freezing night, the ends of her fingers were tingling with the sensation of near-frostbite. It was strange to see the main road so sedated. Lacking the busyness, the exhaust fumes and the people, the place seemed more and more like a ghost town each step of the way.

There was no one who could see her, so she allowed her hot tears to track down her face. "God," She mutters as she is walking "how stupid."
She approached a bridge where a dried up creek lay beneath. The coldness of the night solidified into a mist that gently floated between the cavings of the creek. She stopped at the center of the bridge and looked over the side. There was no way to determine where the bottom was. She wiped away her tears and placed her hands in the cold metal railings. She pulled up her leg over the side and sat on the edge of the bridge.

If I fall I fall. The mist, like my life, is clouded and there's no way to know the ending of this story. Just do it. Who the hell would miss me anyway?

At the sound of her thoughts her stomach had twisted. The feeling made her whole body quiver. "Frank." She spoke silently "Frank would miss me."
Her heart, as if it was being squeezed, tightened severely. The strain made her tears flow even more so. "You left me with nothing!" She screamed at the sky "You took everything that mattered to me when you died! A-And your own daughter gets nothing to her fucking name! Nothing but the saint and his hot son!" her voice had broken several times and towards the end of her vent she quivered uncontrollably.
"Just jump." She said to herself. "Jump you idiot, jump!" Her fist began to pound onto the metal rails. The pain seemed to distract her so she repeated the action. She punched the rails over and over. Blood began to seep through her skin, it was hotter than her tears. The pain in her right hand felt surprisingly relieving. The pain slowly absorbed her anger. The pain was the only thing that could keep her under control.

She turn her body back around to the road and slipped her bottom off from the rail. Her feet clodded onto the concrete. As her feet had hit the ground, gravity felt so much heavier. All of her energy was practically gone. All she desired now, was sleep. Looking more drab than ever, she dragged her jelly-like legs down the road, all the way home. Her right hand coated in scarlet.