Cat looked down again; the water in this particular river was flowing swiftly and nicely. If she were to jump she would be immediately pulled under and her body would be taken down stream. All of her pain and suffering she had to endure would disappear…just like that. Be carried away by the roaring currents. Cat stood alone that night balancing on the rail of an old bridge that trains crossed over. It was a cool night the stars twinkling and a soft breeze nipping and biting at the small girls cheeks. Her velvet red hair was held up in a messy pony tail and the girl was holding a purple giraffe to her chest. She had tears running down her cheeks and was biting down on her lower lip till it bled. She was useless; to her parents she was stupid and "Mentally unstable." To her friends she was an inconvenience and a burden and to herself she was just a waste to space. Did she really belong on this earth? To breath the same air as those smarter, prettier, or more popular than her, to walk the same ground as those worth more than she? Or was she just a useless toy on a shelf, collecting dust and to fragile and delicate to handle. Cat frowned sniffling and twirling a lock of velvet hair in her cold fingers while watching the white water flowing beneath her. Was she really worth anything at all? Did she deserve the right to walk, speak, sing, and love? Or was she just an extra that someone made out of handed down pieces and misplaced trinkets. It was sad really, she was lower then everyone. Tori was perfect, her cheeky smile and perfect brown hair. Her need and hunger for attention and her quaint little way of making Cat hurt inside without her even knowing it. Andre, Cat once thought of him as a friend. But then he found a lover, he pushed Cat away and let his girl put bruises on her skin. It hurt physically and he just stood there his eyes full of useless pity and hate. Beck, that bad boy whom Cat once trusted. He turned on her, telling her deepest secret to the internet, the slap to be exact. Robbie, the boy with the mean puppet. She hated him the most, the one who pushed away her warm and embracing love for a Northridge girl who stole everything from him. Jade…Cat's best friend. She had snapped throwing swears and curses in Cat's direction. She called her stupid, harmless and lastly…a waste of good air. This pushed this small teen over the edge, her life was no longer worth living, and wherever she went she tinted the air with poisonous toxins. Cat sighed looking at Mr. Purple who she had successfully tied to her arm before taking a small step over the edge. The waters swirled around her taking the already tinted air from her lungs. Fresh water replaced the air and flooded her lungs almost like it was cleansing her. Cat felt clean and light as she swirled around in the water finally free from the burdens of life. They found her lifeless body the next day washed up along the muddy shore a small purple giraffe clutched in her arms. Her velvet red hair was soaked with water and stuck to her neck and face. Her eyes were dull and lifeless and her face had gone grey, Cat Valentine was dead. But as her friends and family cried for the girl on earth Cat was dancing freely in the clouds a small purple giraffe tied to her arm.
The End