Hey everyone! This is a little ficlet inspired by teen angst and a few lines from Teen Wolf.
From my perch on the corner of the bridge, I could see the entire New York Skyline. The lights of city shone brightly, glaringly, compared to the dark water beneath my dangling feet. Twenty feet… Thirty feet… There was no telling how deep the river went, no telling how far the dark depths descended.
Personally, I didn't really care. I was here for one reason and one reason only: to jump.
They said drowning was the easiest way to die, the calmest. Your body would fight the change at first. Your lungs would struggle to hold onto that last remaining breath as if it could actually save you. But sooner or later, inevitably, your mouth would open and water would come rushing in. Lungs filled to the brim with dirty river water, you'd gasp desperately for that last breath as the sweet release of oblivion overtook you.
It was that sweet release I was chasing tonight. I was tired of being frustrated, hurt, and exhausted. I wanted it to be over.
And if I could only work up the courage to jump, it would be.
What did I have to live for anyway? The man I loved who couldn't stand the sight of me? My golden-haired parabatai who was emotionally damaged and only cared about his girlfriend anyway? My parents who currently lived in different countries? My brother who was already dead?
I know what you're thinking.
You're thinking I'm probably some poor little rich mundane throwing a pity party. You're thinking that I'm probably just exaggerating. But if you had ever met me, you would know that that's not true.
I'm alone. Desperate, broken, and lonely. Devastated.
Since we haven't met, I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Alec Lightwood, and I'm the guy who just lost everything.
Not sure what I think about it, so I'm curious. Your opinion please?