I'm sitting on a stone railing at two-thirty in the morning. It's dark for a full moon. Clouds absorb the white light, only allowing it to pass through in streaks. A sliver of moonlight is two inches from my right hand, but I don't reach for it. Out of everything I could possibly need right now, 'light' would be it. No, it's not light. It's hope. I'm hopeless sitting on the railing of the bridge. Absolutely hopeless.

There's water down below. I don't know how deep it is and my mind continuously shifts through information in an attempt to find it. I'm curious. I want to know if my body will tear apart on rocks or if I'll be left for the fish to pick at. A light breeze causes the water to ripple outwards and it looks so tranquil and inviting. Goosebumps crawl over my skin and a chill darts up my spine. I shiver and wrap my arms around myself, but nothing will rid of the cold. Nothing ever rids of the cold. Nothing except for this – to make it all end. I'm through with feeling hopeless. Finished with being helpless and alone. Oh, so alone. All of my friends smile and laugh with their significant others and family – I have none. I crave for the companionship, but it's been too long now. I know hope will never come. I know there's nothing more for me here. I'm out of reasons to defer the inevitable; death.

Everyone dies. I will die. You will die. If there's one thing I can take control of right now at the apex of my life – it'll be this.

Medication is poisoning my system as I sit here. No – medication implies it was taken to help. Almost an entire bottle of sleeping aides has blended with my blood, filtering through all my organs and slowing them down. My head is the first to go. Helium seems to feel it up and giddiness flushes my body. I think I've reached the point of no return. Vomiting now might rid most of the poison but I doubt that would keep me from dying. My eyesight's beginning to blur and my leg gives an involuntary kick. The symptoms of an overdose are appearing more rapidly. Research states hallucinations will start soon. I worry my past will haunt me.

I wrap my left arm around the pole of a streetlamp merged with the bridge and carefully pull myself to my feet. The stone railing is maybe ten inches thick, giving me plenty of room to stand steady but I'm far from steady. My knees are weak and my head is swimming faster. I'm expecting things to spin like a top around me. Somehow, another rush of giddiness sweeps through me. This is different, though. It's not the anxiety one might feel before doing something exciting. It's a form of nervous happiness. I'm happy. Nervous, but happy. I no longer need to suffer through this pain alone. Soon, I won't have to worry about anything ever again.

"Gorgeous night, innit?"

I inhale sharply and snap my head to the right. Leaning on the railing and staring out across the water is a man – a tall and lanky, brunette man.

"The way the moon reflects off the water like glittering stars is breathtaking. Oh, and look! There's a few fish catching a late night snack! Just there - see it?"

His hair is short, a thick lock brushes over the center of his forehead while the color reminds me of milk chocolate. He's donned in a cream colored trench coat with what might be a suit underneath and appears more relaxed than I ever have in my entire life. His abrupt appearance pushes aside the faint-headedness but I still sway slightly on the railing and twist to lean back against the pole, my hands gripping it behind me to keep myself upright.

The man's gaze lifts to me upon the movement, eyebrows rising in a curious expression; "What are you doing up there? That can't be safe, now can it?"

I don't know what to do or say. I'm here to die. I'm here until the drugs clog my entire system and I tumble off the side of the railing to perish. This bridge is practically in the middle of nowhere and hardly anyone ever travels this way – so where did this man come from? I'm so thrown by his presence that I'm speechless.

"Come on now, love! I know I'm a striking fellow, but you've got to say something."

My green eyes are locked on him and my lips part, but nothing comes out. Not even air. Suddenly I feel the symptoms surge over me. My body trembles, every muscle quaking uncontrollably. Sweat breaks out across my brow and I notice shadows around the bridge mold into unimaginable creatures, slowly crawling towards me. Tree limbs become long arms and fingernails ready to slash open my throat.

"Are you alright? Come down here where I can see you properly, yeah?"

My head is so light I imagine it flying high above my shoulders and for a second I believe it does. I drop my head back and gaze at the moon through the clouds, expecting to see my body flying off to disappear into the night. Abruptly, every gram of my balance shifts and my knees buckle.

I'm falling. Falling so fast.

"NO!"

Only death awaits me. Finally.