The Bridge

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

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The Bridge

It wasn’t the first time I had made my way to the bridge but it was the first time I had climbed up on top of the barricade. The water churned far beneath me. I didn’t care. Rough water would make the drowning experience quicker... wouldn’t it?

I didn’t jump. I know I didn’t. Even as I was falling through the air I could feel the pressure on my back where something or someone had pushed me.

It could only have taken a couple of seconds, that fall, but it seemed to last forever. In that time I knew too late that I did not want to die.

No!” I screamed out, clamping my mouth shut just in time for my body to slam into the water.

It hurt. I felt as though I had collided with a solid wall but one that then gave way and enveloped me. All the air was knocked from my lungs by the impact but I could not replace it. If I did my lungs would fill with water.

I was thrashing around so much, trying to get to the surface, that I did not notice the splash beside me. I was convinced I was alone until another face appeared in front of me. There was something seriously wrong with this guy because he was smiling, laughing... How was that even possible?

I tried to make some gestures, ones that would tell him that I needed saving. I became more and more frantic as the pressure mounted inside both my lungs and my mind to breathe.

This guy, whoever he was, swam towards me, let his mouth linger near my ear. “What do you want? Tell me, before it’s too late.”

I was crying, I knew I was, but I guess tears don’t show up when your beneath the river’s surface. How could I tell him? If I didn’t I was going to die, but if I did wouldn’t talking hasten the drowning process? I was going to have to risk it.

Through a slightly open mouth I garbled out: “I don’t want to die!”

The water poured into my mouth and I tried to force it back out. There was too much pressure from the surrounding water to allow that and my efforts just led to more pouring in.

I was losing consciousness. His face appeared in front of me again, still with that sickly grin plastered across it. “There’ll be a price. What will you pay?”

Anything,” I gasped, the last of my air bubbling out with that word.

The next thing I knew I was back on the bridge. It had all been my imagination then. And I almost convinced myself. But if I had not been in the river, why were my clothes drenched, my hair dripping a constant stream?

The laugh made me jump. I knew that laugh, recognized it as the one the guy in the river had given. “Come on, up you go.”

No,” I tried to pull away from his grip but this guy was strong. “I... I’ve changed my mind. I’m not going to jump.”

Yes you are.” There was total certainty in the way he delivered those three words.

And then I was up, and falling; sinking and thrashing. He was there, laughing even more, making me beg.

Oh, don’t worry,” he said. “You’ll never die. You’ll relive this moment for the rest of your lengthy existence.”

The guy was cracked in the head. He had to be crazy, right?

Wrong! Once again I was up on the bridge with him hauling me up and pushing me off. I couldn’t take it. I opened my mouth and breathed in whole lungfuls of water but I didn’t drown. Back up on the bridge, I coughed it all out.

Please,” I begged. “No more.”

You should have thought about that when you begged to be spared,” the guy said, hauling me back up onto the top of the barricade and sending me plummeting down towards the river again.

 

 


Submitted: March 22, 2021

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Mike S.

Spooky City, Hull

Mon, March 22nd, 2021 9:19pm

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Thanks, Mike.

Sun, March 28th, 2021 7:00am

Vance Currie

The problem with suicide by jumping off places is that the fall gives one time to change their mind when it is already too late. Of course, it is even worse when a spooky character makes you do it again and again and again.

Mon, March 22nd, 2021 9:37pm

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Definitely! Thanks, J... Vance!

Wed, March 24th, 2021 10:40am

AdamCarlton

The Midas touch in reverse but to the same effect. Trivia point: autopsies showed that most people who jumped off the Golden Gate did not die on impact. They got seriously mashed and then drowned. Bad idea.

Tue, March 23rd, 2021 3:52pm

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Yeah, that's what I imagined it would be like. Thanks for giving this a read, Adam.

Wed, March 24th, 2021 10:40am

Jeff Bezaire

Excellent, Hully! Such a sadistic thing to do - this guy could give lessons to the wicked stepmothers of European fairy tales!

Tue, March 23rd, 2021 9:18pm

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Haha! Yep, I can't think of anything much worse. Thanks so much for reading, Jeff.

Wed, March 24th, 2021 10:35am

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