Chapter 32
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I was falling, and fast. Air rushing past me, my eyes squeezing shut, and my hair flailing in whips around my face. I don't know how long I was falling, or exactly how fast, but when I opened my eyes, I saw waves of blue coming closer to me. I was falling in slow motion, I felt suspended in the air for minutes, when in reality, it was only seconds.
Splash* I slammed full force into the water, plummeting to the bottom. My body was in sore, aching pain and I could not move. As I looked up, I could barely see above me, but what I saw was the Brooklyn Bridge. My heart had stopped; I had done it. I jumped, and now I was going to die here, at the bottom of the river, motionless and alone. Leaving a life I was not meant to live and going to heaven.
Darkness surrounded me as the suns powerful rays could no longer penetrate the deep water. The comfort of the water around was coming to a close as my lungs began to burn and cry. Please Sara! Swim! You still have a chance! They desperately cried from inside!
I wanted to move, to swim up. Just go to the surface and forget about wanting to die; I had more time to live! To fix things with Spot; to fix things for myself. But it was to late.
My limbs were broken and were also crying to me now. Why Sara!
My throat ached and if I could I would cry. That's when I felt the worst pain ever; hitting the bottom of the river; my lungs exploding and my body shutting down, one system after the next. In the next and last moments of my short lived life, I regretted the choice I had forgotten I made.
And like that, I died. My heart stopped and there I was, dead. A nobody newsgirl who made nothing of herself. I left behind no legacy; no means to my name. There was no one to blame but myself.
My eyes shot open; I was hyperventilating, and sweat rolled down my bony cheeks. I held one hand to my chest, my heart beating rapidly, and one to my head. I had my wool blanket covered knees pulled up to my chest. I now looked around the area, my eyes adjusting to the light; I was in the bedroom, warm on my bunk.
I placed my head in my hands and cried, sobbing; the sound of Spot's beautiful, sleepy breathes under me intruded my ears gracefully.
It had all been a nightmare; a horrible, realistic nightmare. I should have known that from the moment I realized I had jumped off the bridge; the real Sara would not do that, no; she was feeble minded and weak willed.
Maybe, just maybe, I had jumped off the bridge. Maybe I was not meant to die; I was meant to live, and here was my second chance, my replay. Who knows, I may be dead right now, and this was heavens waiting room.
My tears subsided, leaving red streaks down my face. I quietly hopped off the top bunk and looked a Spot's angelic-like sleeping form. His mouth was slightly ajar, and his hair was falling over his forehead and eyes. I smiled a soft grin with raised eyebrows as I knelt down beside him.
Taking my left hand, I carefully swept the hair out of his face, and leaned forward. Softly, and lovingly, I kissed him on the forehead before standing up. I turned to the dresser and pulled out a feather pen and a piece of paper.
With a lone tear rolling down my face I wrote:
Dear Spot, or whom ever may read this,
I find it in the best interest of both you and I if I left, ya know? I can tell that I am bringing you, and Brooklyn down. We can stay friends, if that is what we are, but I have to find my way somewhere else, make a name for me. Spot, I love you more than you can ever know, and I would never leave you without a purpose, and knowing that you and I cannot be together, I think I should find my way somewhere other than Brooklyn. If you want to find me, go to Manhattan, I promise you can find me there.
With love,
Sara "Cross" Clarke.
Folding up the note, I placed it upon Spot's folded clothes. Standing in the open door way, I solemly looked back at Spot. I swallowed a lump in my throat as I placed the cap on my head and left the room with the clicking of the door knob.
I was doing what was best for us; Spot and I.
Maybe he would come after me.
Or maybe, just maybe, he would agree.
End of Chapter.
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