• I hate this. My life. School. Family. I hate it all.
    She thought to herself while briskly walking to the bridge.

    The ground was wet.
    It had been raining, which covered her tears that poured down her cheeks.
    But now they were drying.
    She knew what to do.

    To end it all.

    The bridge was coming closer, getting larger, towering above her.
    It was dripping slowly.
    It looked like the bridge was glazed.

    The girl smiled.
    It was a glorious scene.
    The perfect place to end it all.

    Her pack was filled with stones she found near the river.
    It was heavy enough to kill someone.
    To commit suicide.

    The girl neared the bridge.
    And as she did so, the sun appeared between the clouds.
    Light caught on the glazed bridge and became the most wonderful spectrum of colors.

    She smiled again, only it wasn't out of a sick thought of suicide, of ending it all.
    It was out of joy.
    She had realized that life had more for her.
    That if she stuck around, everything would improve.

    At that moment, she tossed her pack off the bridge's side, watching it sink quickly.
    The girl was happy.

    No more thoughts of hate.
    Or death.
    Or suicide.

    She walked away, towards home, humming a light tune.
    She knew everything would be okay.