I woke up. The sound of the alarm clock going off makes me cringe. Another boring day, leading to another boring week. I shut it off before dressing up and going down to eat.

While I chew away on the cereal I contemplate my life for the two last years. How my parents died in a car crash. How I got fired from my job because I didn't work good enough.

How did life go so downhill for me? It was probably because of me more than likely Murphy's new favorite plaything. It maybe had to do with that I have this kind of dark side that is acting morbid.

I was running low on money, but I still needed groceries. I had been skipping eating more than once a week to preserve money, but it was showing on me. My ribcages were visible, and I had two massive bags under my eyes.

I had to go and buy food. I walked down to the parking lot. The only thing I actually own nowadays are my bike, and I have got to sell that soon, too.

I jumped on the bike and began cycling. I was about halfway over the Golden gate bridge when I heard a sound behind me. It was a car.

At first I thought not much of it, but when it came closer I saw that this could result in injury. I only had a couple of seconds to evade, but it was not enough.

The car hit the back of the bicycle. I felt myself get propelled to the side of the bridge, and I flew of. As I was heading down against the water, my life flew through my mind. My childhood, my teenage years and the last 2 horrible years.

Here I was and I was going to die at the young age of 16. The only thing I can hope for now is that the crash would be painless. Then a random thought pulsed through my head. The fact that approximately 1 600 people committed suicide here.

Well, at least I will have company. I hit the water, and everything turns black.