"Perfect." Sarah thought by herself.
She put on her raincoat and a little black cap. She looked from left to right and crossed the street. Sarah looked at her fingers. There was some ink on them. Her letter was written. It was on her bed. "This walk is going to be longer that I expected.." Sarah whispered.
On the bed there was a letter. It was written with East-Indian ink, and Sarah spoiled some on the carpet, accidentally. Her arm was bruised, so holding a pen was not an easy thing. But she had to write it down at this moment. Her parents would be home in less than an hour, back from their vacation.
The letter was like a summary of her recent life. Mostly what has happened at school. How the happy, extravert Sarah was mangled into depressed, insecure Sarah. She didn't put too much detail in her letter, but the message had to be clear. She wanted to say goodbye, as well to her parents, whom she loved, even though they weren't there too often. Both of them were business people, with not much time for Sarah.
Sarah was there. She walked to the middle of the bridge. She was shivering, because of the cold, her hair was soaken by the rain. Sarah grabbed the railing and climbed to the other side. With her back against the railing, she could look down. Fifty feet underneath her, the water was going in little waves. A tear ran through her eyes as she counted down to jump.
Three..two..one..
to be continued
