Prologue

I stand at the edge of the bridge, my hands holding tightly to the edge of the railing. The night is dark, and a hot summer wind tangles my long, wavy hair. Wiping my sweaty hands on my jeans, I check the time on my phone. 3:19 am. I should be asleep in bed, but no one will notice that I'm gone. Dad is staying at his girlfriend's house overnight. Luke, my so-called boyfriend, is most likely out drinking with his no-good friends and luring unsuspecting girls with his dazzling smile. Mom… Mom is dead. I choke back a sob. Mom wanted so much to live, struggling so long and hard against the cancer which grasped her body. She longed to live, and yet here I am, about to end my own life.

I want Luke to lose, but I want to die, he has already broken me, he has already won. Making a split-second decision, I grab my phone and dial 911. A calm voice answers, "Nine-one-one. What is your emergency?" I clear my throat, but my voice still trembles. "I'm about to jump off the Brooklyn Bridge."