Suicide.

Never In my life would I have pictured myself where I am at this very moment. Rain just pours silently onto the pavement. Soundless. Cruelly giving me hours of time for thinking. I could easily stand up on the thin black railing, lean forward,and feel the exhilarating wind through my hair as I fell off the dark bridge. One move, it would be all too easy to end all my pain. Right here and right now.
But I have this strange feeling. A feeling that, makes me think that inches before my skin touches the surface of the calm river, I'll regret my actions. I'll beg for another chance at life, but it'll be just too late. At the same time I can't just walk away. I have nowhere to go. I want to feel alright again, but I'm all out of get-out-of-jail-free cards. My dark uniform clings to my skin, and I can't tell the difference between raindrops and tears anymore. My toes are twitching, needing to hoist myself up and jump. Yet they are planted into the ground in protest. It's a dark, stormy night, one could easily mistake my suicide for a slip off the Black Bridge. Just a jump, that's all it would take.
I'm standing here, wanting to die so badly, begging God for death, but am too afraid to do it myself.
A death of a teenage girl was nothing too harsh. My grandparents would forget within a day, and my science partner would be better off alone anyways.
I'll do it.
I hoist my right leg onto the railing and get my balance. Closing my eyes, I let myself fall forward.
My eyelids shoot open again, and the dark black water below me threatens to eat me up.
And I feel it. The feeling of regret.