She's alone again. Standing on the bridge, rain soaking her clothes.
They left her; those 'friends' she always partied with kicked her out of the car.
She's tired, tired of being yelled at, tired of being hit. Tired of life. Fucked herself over, being kicked out at home for the people she hangs out with. She remembers her mom's crying and disgusted face and her dad's screaming voice. Said he didn't want a gay daughter, that he doesn't know her.
Know her?!
He hasn't known her since she was seven! Said it was her friends that turned her that way, at first. Then he decided to throw her stuff in the trash anyway.
But that's all behind her. She doesn't live there anymore, never really did.
Screwed herself over again with her 'friends.' Thought she could stay with them for a while, at least 'till she got enough money. But they had other plans.
Wanted to use what little money she had to buy drinks and drugs. She wouldn't let them. So they ditched her too.
Now the bridge is her only friend. But even it doesn't want her. Or rather, she doesn't want it.
The water's getting louder now. Is it raining harder?
Soon, it's all she knows, the noise of the water, and the pull of something.
AN: Well what'd ya know, I can write something other then poetry after all. XD Well, since this is my first real story, I figured I'd keep it as a small little one-shot deal. Anyway, let me know how I did. Criticism is always welcome. - Meow
