I smoothed out the wrinkles in my shirt and rubbed my stomach where there was already a small bump forming. After that I grabbed my keys, took a deep breath, and headed outside. I drove to the park by the bridge. After I parked the car I got out and just stared at the bridge. It was 139 feet up from the rushing river below. There was very little traffic on it this time of day. I checked the car seat one last time. My note was there explaining everything. I took another deep breath and headed for the bridge.

Once I was on the bridge, I slowed down a little. I loved the feeling of the spring breeze and sun on my face. It was rare for me to feel this relaxed and happy. I enjoyed every second of it. Once at the middle of the bridge I headed for the edge. I stood there for a minute clutching the railing and staring at the distant blue sky. Then I climbed up on the railing and dangled my feet over the edge. Looking down this looked much higher than I originally thought. That didn't bother me though.

I heard a car slam on its brakes behind me. A door opened then slammed shut. Somebody yelled something at me but I wasn't listening. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anyone or anything. I just wanted to be happy. I just wanted to be free. A sudden strong gust of wind almost knocked me back onto the bridge but I held tightly onto the railing. I heard sirens in the distance and I knew whoever had stopped had called the cops. I knew that should bother me but it didn't.

"Please just leave me alone!" I called to whoever was behind me.

"You don't have to do this. Whatever happened, it's not worth this." It was a female.

"You don't know anything about what's happened. You don't know what it's like to be at this point in your life." I heard the sirens stop behind me and people get out of their cars.

"But I do, I was there just a few months ago." This was a new guy.

"What's your name?"

"Spencer Reid"

"What happened to you that made you want to do this?"

"I'll make you a deal. You bring just one leg back on this side of the railing and I will tell you."

"Fine" I swung on leg over and leaned against the pole behind me. I realized that these were not cops, they were FBI, "Why did you call the FBI? Why do they even care?"

"I'm FBI, they are my friends." The woman that originally spoke to me answered.

"Just tell me your story."

Reid looked down and started speaking, "I met a girl. We didn't meet face to face for a long time. She had a stalker and didn't want me to get hurt. She was scared to leave the house. When I finally did meet her face to face, she was murdered. I spent a long time in my apartment after that. I spent long chunks of time just staring at my gun. But then I got a call. The rest of my team was working a case and they needed some insight. That made me realize that I would be loved and missed. You will be too. Don't hurt the people who love you."

"There is only one thing wrong with your theory. I don't have anyone. No one loves me. No one will miss me. I have nothing." I saw regular cop cars at the end of the bridge shutting it off.

"You're young and beautiful. Someone has to love you."

"Nope" I looked up at the sky, "I am just so tired. I am so tired of fighting. I just want to be happy."

"Tell me your story. Tell me what led you to this."

I didn't want to but didn't see the harm in it either. He had told me his story. "It started when I was two. My parents tried having another baby. They succeeded when I was 2 ½. My mom lost the baby about halfway through. After that, my parents weren't the same. My dad started drinking and my mom started doing drugs. By the time I was four they were completely consumed by their addictions. I was taking care of myself. They were always fighting and when was eight, things went from bad to worse."

I heard my dad get home from the bar. I immediately ran and hid under the couch. When he came in he immediately started yelling at my mom. I tried covering my ears but I could still hear them. He hit my mom and I heard her fall to the floor. She got back up and for the first time she hit him back. Then I hear the gun go off followed by the sound of a body hitting the floor. After that there was another shot and another body hitting the floor.

I could see the pity in his eyes, "I sat behind that couch for almost 24 hours before somebody came looking for me. It was my teacher. She was concerened when I didn't show up for school."

"That happened years ago. You can't hold onto the past forever."

I looked at him. He was so young, "That was just the beginning. Things got much worse after that."