My Saving Grace

I somehow end up at the bridge, the same bridge that I tried to kill myself on.
The thought gives me chills. But then I remember how Andy caught me, I smile at the memory. I lean over the edge, the familiar sound of the water splashing against the rocks fill my ears. I take a deep breath, the clean air filling my lungs. I put my head in my hands and I try to think.
What am I going to do? First I find out that Andy has had a problem with hitting his girlfriends, then I find out that my brother and best friend betray me, and then I go and kiss Zeke. What kind of person am I? I mean Andy and I aren't dating but still, I kiss Andy then I go and kiss Zeke.

I don't even know why I kissed him, I just did. I shake my head, trying to get the thought out of my head. And I still have to ask Andy about him hitting girls. I wouldn't be surprised, he could do it. He is strong and very intimidating. Epically when he wants something. I look up at the sky, there are barley any clouds and the sky is a beautiful bright blue, like Andy's eyes. I get up on the bars and I throw my leg over the edge, followed by the other, to where I'm standing on the other side, just enough room for my feet. I wrap my arms on the bars behind me for support. A cool breezes makes my hair whip around my face. I smile at how peaceful it is out here. And then I remember how hate filled my life is. My smile drops and I sigh. I have to be getting back home, or Brandon will be worried. Even though I'm very mad at him for what he did, still he has been there for me.

Our mom has never really been there, because after everything happened she always stays in her bedroom. I only see her once or twice a day, and even that's rare. So Brandon has always told me that she's going through a hard time, not wanting me to hate her. Even though he does, he blames her for not leaving our dad. For not seeing what he was doing to our mom and us. My dad never hit me, but he would always hit Brandon when he tried to protect mom. I looked up to Brandon because he has always been so brave. Even though he is only one year older than me, he is my rock. That may seem weird, but Brandon has kept me together one way or another. Maybe I shouldn't be so hard on him. If he wants to be with Callie, and it makes him happy, I shouldn't come in between them, he deserves to be happy.

I slowly turn around, holding onto the bars. I get up on the first bar, but I loose my balance and my legs slips off.I fall, grabbing the edge, before I fall. My legs are dangling off and I can barley keep my grip.
"Somebody, help!" I shout, breathing heavily. My heart is pounding in my chest and my fingers are starting to slip. I try to pull myself up, but that just makes my hand slip more. By now I'm only hanging by my fingertips. No one is going to catch me now, I'm going to fall to my death and when Andy finds out...What is he going to think? Will he think that I finally jumped and succeeded, that he could not save me? Will he hate himself, thinking that this was his fault? And what about Brandon? What will he do when I'm dead? Will he think its his fault? My heart hurts at the thought, but I never thought about Brandon the first time I tried to jump. I was just being selfish, not caring about what he thought or felt.

My mind goes blank as both of my hands slip and I start to fall. The sound of the water gets louder and I draw one final breath as the water consumes me. Blue surrounds me and my head hits something hard, a giant rock, making the water turn a dark red. I instantly feel lightheaded and weak. The water pushes me back above water. I take a deep breath as the current takes me back under. I'm thrown around, as the current pushes me further down stream. My lungs are screaming for air, and my head is killing me. I throw myself above water. I flail around, trying to keep myself above water.
"Help!" I try to scream, but I accidentally suck in some water, making me choke. I try to grab onto anything I can, but the river is at least 15 feet wide and I'm in the middle. Waves, crash down on me hard, as the current keeps pushing me further. My head is hurting worse and I'm starting to feel tired, very tired. No, I can't go to sleep. I have to get out.

By now I'm pretty sure I have lost a lot of blood. I'm completely soaked and freezing and all I want to do is go to sleep. My eyelids keep closing but I'm using all of my strength to keep them open. I've been fighting against the current for at least 5 minutes, and I'm pretty sure I have a concussion. My attempts to call for help are useless, the sound of the water is too loud and I don't think anyone is around. Finally I come up to a little island in the middle of the river, and I use the rest of the strength left in me to push myself up on it. It is just big enough for me to fit on. I lay on my stomach coughing up all the water that I sucked up. I feel so weak and I'm shivering so much my teeth are chattering. My head hurts so much I cant think. Warm blood drips onto my face from the wound on the back of my head, but I don't care, I'm too tired to worry. A few warm tears slip out of my eyes, not because of the pain, but because of fear.
"I'm sorry Brandon..." I whisper, before my eyes shut for good and the blackness takes over.

Notes

Sorry I haven't updated in a while.
I just got my tooth pulled yesterday and my mouth has been hurting...
Anyways, what do y'all think is going to happen to Jessica?
Comment and tell me