Free

This is a short story about a lonly girl who finds hope... and mabye even love?...

 

                         Free

 

I was sitting on the edge of the bridge, wondering if I should do it? Should I really throw myself into it, throw myself into death? Or should I live this horrible life of a poor girl without any friends? What would be the worst? A life that no one cared to live, or die? For me, there was no difference. None at all. I just wanted to be free.

But if I could do it to my family, I did not know? It was not as though they had any concern for me, or ever even noticed me, but if I disappeared, then ... Or maybe I could just try to harm myself, would it help? But ... there were so many buts ... no excuses ... I had no excuse to do what I was about to do, no other than the many thoughts in my head. It was as if I lived in an empty shell devoid of life. Like a snail who had left his house, and some of the remains had been left in the big room. A space that could never be filled, or live in.

But I would do it. This was a life that I could not live. I was just not strong enough. I neither would nor could cope as much as one more day in this world.

And with these thoughts, I threw myself in the river. They say that one's life pass by you on the road to death, and it’s true. For one who has lived a good life, it must be great. But for me it was just the opposite. It was terrible. All my bad memories and moments passed by me and nothing could I do to stop them. Nothing. It was disgusting and it only stopped when I hit the icy water. I began gasping for breath and my instincts took over. I tried to wriggle with my arms and legs to hold me up, but the flow was too strong. It pulled at me and I could only follow. Eventually I could do no more. I yielded. I gave up. My body gave up. Everything was dark and quiet. Finally, I could have peace. Finally I was free.
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Where was I? Here was so quiet and dark. The only sound that could be heard was a muted roar. No light could penetrate, no sounds could be heard. Where was I? And why was here so dark? Where was everybody?

I floated and flowed into the empty silence. In what seemed like entireties, I flowed. And I could do nothing to help it, not even move.  I could not shake myself out of place, though I always had a sense of falling, as if I plummeted into the sea with way too much speed, and nothing could I do. Nothing.
Not until I was suddenly pulled at. I was pulled at? There was something that had a hold of me? Finally I got my strength back. I panicked. I kicked and struck from me. I struck hard. But whatever had hold of me, did not loosen its grip, it got stronger. I continued to fight with the unknown creature, until I was lying on a flat and solid surface.  
I began to cough. Cough a lot.  Cough violently. I could not breathe. I could feel nothing. Nothing but the harsh cough that made me tremble. Nothing. Not until a rhythmic beat began on my back. It helped, and before long I could lie down on. Down on the soft and warm… sand? ... Where was I?
Although my coughing was not there anymore, my frantic breathing was, and I could barely get enough air. I felt as if I was about to faint. I did not get enough oxygen. I became more and more dizzy, and finally everything went dark ... I was away ... Again ... Again? ... Everything was black ... And wondering I thought: was I free?

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I woke up with a set and found myself lying in a soft and warm bed. It did not feel right? Soft and warm? Why should it be wrong? And where was I? I could not recognize it? Was anybody here? So many questions that I failed to answer, before a handsome young man entered room. He looked at me and erupted in a dazzling, beautiful smile that made me weak in the knees.
No words were said, but I felt safe and warm, something that I had not felt for a long time. I think? Actually, I don’t remember? Why didn't I remember?
Who was I anyway? Where did I come from? And where was this? Did I know this man? Did I know any people here? I had no idea? I could not remember.
But one thing I did know: I was safe and good, and I would get even better. This man would help me with it. Give me hope and be there for me. I knew it. Do not ask me how. I just knew it.

And even better.

               I felt as if I was finally free.

Author's Note

I love to write, but I don't know if my stories are good or bad, and I would really like to know, so I thought I would give it a shot and put them out here.
I'm 13 years old and from Denmark, so if the story is not good, or there are a lot of spelling/grammar mistakes, it could be therefore... or it could be because I'm just really bad at it...

Please review and tell me what you think... I could make my day!...

xXparaXx (aka Sophie)