These are my dreams

They are for no ones

Eyes

I could only imagine. The river was dark in some areas, lit to a golden sheen by the setting sun. I could only imagine. Above me, the bridge laid, constructed with wire, that if it failed and fell, it would certainly kill me. Do you want to know what I could imagine? Him. Sitting in his room, a sense of foreboding triggering alarms in his head. The tiny, green phone pressed to his ear, so painfully, it would bruise the outline to a slight red. You know what else I could imagine? Me. Sitting on the edge of an almost empty bride, my feet dangling cautiously over the edge. A black flip phone help to my ear softly, so softly that it would leave no indication that I was ever on the phone. Sometimes a car would rumble by, blinding me witht the lights as they passed on with their own lives, unheeded by me.

I whispered ever so softly, "You want to know where I am?" Only his heavy breathing answered. "There's a river. It's moving slowly." More breathing, no spoken words. "I'm out here alone you know. No one would hear me scream or fall."

He had not said a word, but I could hear him struggling to find his voice. I hung up the phone, looking at the time. It didn't register to me. I sat forward more, holding the phone in loose fingers, wondering what would happen if I dropped it into the rippling water. Would it break on impact, the pieces floating down the river? Or would it keep whole, floating to the bottom, joining others like it? I didn't ever get to know, my phone buzzed, his name spelled out across the screen.

I was forced to answer it. My voice was like poisoned darts, aiming for each of his main organs. The poison entered his body, I could imagine him shuddering harder as I said each word carefully and quietly, "I'll jump."

There was a loud noise. I knew he had dropped the phone. I could imagine him fumbling to get it back to his ear, but his shaking hands weren't working for him. A strangled nose echoed in my ears and I found myself enjoying it immensely.

The pain and struggle in his voice sent shivers down my spine as I scooted closer to the edge. I prepared to jump, but a noise startled me. He was pleading, tears choking his throat, his words muttered at first. Then, "Please, please don't jump…" he pleaded.

I didn't say goodbye. I closed the phone slowly, catching the tail end of a shout. I couldn't make out the word. I looked up alarmed as I saw a scar approach my way. It passed without even slowing down.

Soon all was silent. The birds stopped chirping, the town that lay to my right was almost a ghost town.

I slipped into the air. A silent scream passed my lips and there was no one around to hear it. Water hit me like a slap and I allowed myself to slip into it. Filling my lungs and senses, I faded away with not much of a trace, except for the pain I caused him that night

Too bad I only imagined this.