Run.

That was the only word that was pounding through my head at a hundred miles an hour.

Unfortunately, given the fact that I was in a car that was traveling at about the same speed, i couldn't exactly run away. Then there was also the fact that I was squished between two police officers watching my every move.

Officer Brianne Hunter and Officer Lucus Brennen. I was acutely aware of Officer Brennen's knee as it rested against my own, fighting the urge to kick his leg away and punch him in the face. I knew he wasnt doing it on purpose, Susan's car was tiny and he was pretty tall, but the instinct was hard to fight. He looked to be about 21, with curly brown hair and kind blue eyes that I still didnt trust. Officer Hunter looked older, around 35 or 40 and had a tough looking face with thick blond hair pulled into a tight bun at the nape of her neck.

"Well Luci, you sure did give us a scare. We weren't sure we were going to be able to get you down from that bridge.. I knew you wouldn't jump though, your a good girl. You were just making a point. That's all." I rolled my eyes and mouthed whatever at the back of Susan's blond head.

If Mr Im-going-to-save-the-day Brennen hadnt grabbed my waist and hauled me down from the edge of the bridge, Yeah i would have thrown myself into the crashing river a hundred feet below me. Any sane person would know that. But then, Susan wasnt exactly what I would call sane. She was an eternal optimist. Never had a bad thought about anyone.

Officer Brannon shifted uncomfortably, and I knew he was disagreeing with her statement, but he said nothing. No one ever spoke back to Susan once she made her decision, unless you didnt mind a two hour long lecture on not being a pessimist and looking on the bright side and finding good in those who you judge blah blah blah blah... I'd sat through one of those lectures enough times to know that I would never openly disagree with her again.

His leg brushed further along mine and my fists clenched as I scooted away. He looked down at me, noticing my movement and took in my stiff posture, keeping me from touching both him and his partner, and my glare at his leg. His face turned sad and he murmured a quiet "sorry" as he pulled his body as far away from mine as he could.

Obviously he had read my file then.

A/N- Again, Read and Review please, so I know whether or not to Continue.