TW: [possible previous abuse- Drug, Sexual, Physical(?) whatever the user wants.]

You’re on that bridge far out of the city for what you swear will be the last time. Nothing has been going right for you and you’re ready to close the curtains on this life and hope for better next time. You’re so caught up in the distance between you and the ground below that you don’t even hear to harsh hum of a Motorcycle slow to a stop behind you. A man looked at you behind the reflective visor of his helmet.

~ “Are you gonna jump?”