*Emma's POV*

I felt the cold air blowing through my hair. I clenched the note tighter in my hand, which was numb from cold. It was now around 4 AM, it took me a long time to get the words just right in my letter. My other hand held onto the cold bar of the bridge tightly while I balanced myself on the small platform. I looked down into the cold water far, far below and sighed.

A few people walking past the bridge gave me worrisome looks. I ignored them. I stood there, letting the cold air snap my clothes around my body.

"Are you alright there, miss?" some guy shouted. I glanced behind me to see a few people staring at me. I nodded slowly. Surely he knew I wasn't alright. I was only wearing a tank top and pajama shorts, everyone could see my bloodied arms and legs.

I stood there, and thought about my fucked up life.

I stood there, and thought about my parents.

I stood there, and thought about school.

But most of all, I thought about Jack.

He would be better off without me. I told myself. I am just a burden. A mess. I'm like a chore to him. He doesn't love me. He can't. How could he love me?

I shook my head violently, trying to rid my head of these thoughts. I toppled dangerously on the platform, and I heard a few gasps behind me, but no one stepped towards me. I looked back at the people on the bridge. That's when I saw him.

Alex.

He was asking the old man who had called out to me what was going on. When our eyes met, his face drained of color. He stopped talking to the man, and took one hesitant step towards me.

"Emma?" he questioned. I just stared at him. "Emma, I'm going to text Jack, okay?" he told me softly.

"No!" I shouted, or tried to. My voice came out croaky and it cracked. Alex was now standing right next to me, on the other side of the platform, the safe side. I grasped at the fence separating us, looking at him with pleading eyes.

"Please don't tell Jack," I whispered. Alex just shook his head and sent the text. I let out a frustrated shout and turned back towards the water below. I heard the mumblings from the people who had gathered. How are so many people out at 4 AM?

"Emma please," Alex spoke, desperation in his voice. "Jack is on his way. He'll be here soon." I turned to him and handed him the note I had so carefully written a few hours before.

"Please give this to him," I told Alex, pressing the note into his hand. He grasped my arm tightly, not letting me go. "Alex, let me go," I told him, getting angry. He shook his head vigorously.

"I've already lost one person to suicide, I'm not letting Jack lose you," he cried, his death grip on my arm getting even tighter. My eyes softened a bit as I looked at him. There was so much there. I kind of regret not getting to know him better.

Suddenly, I heard someone shout my name. I looked down the bridge and saw Jack running towards Alex and I. Then, someone else shouted.

"Just jump already you worthless shit!" Katie's voice screeched. I turned my head away from Jack, and focused on her. I looked straight at her as I wrenched my arm from Alex's grip and let myself fall backwards. I heard screams, Jack's the most prominent.

It was like slow motion. I watched as the bridge grew smaller. I saw Jack run and throw himself half off the bridge, in a failed attempt to catch my falling body. I watched as Alex held Jack back from jumping off himself, tears streaming down both their faces. I watched the onlookers hit the fence around Alex and Jack, watching me fall. I looked straight at Jack's tear streaked face. They're better off without me, I reminded myself.

His eyes were the last thing I saw.

Notes

uhhh
sorry?