One of a Kind

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Will she kill herself?

Submitted: June 13, 2015

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Submitted: June 13, 2015



One of a Kind

By Joseph Logsdon

Veronica was going to end it all. Life had been cruel to her, so she decided to kill herself. It was late December, and everything was dead. She stared at the cold water below, ready to take her own life. What was once important, didn’t seem to matter anymore. She gazed at her reflection, only to find nothing of substance. She was all of the things you read about on the news, but never actually see. She was a liar, a thief, and the more she stole, the easier it became. Rather than turn herself in, she decided to go out on her own terms. That way, she would have some dignity.

Just as she was getting ready to jump, blue lights flashed in her face. Parking beside the bridge, the police officer left his vehicle. He dashed towards her, alarmed by her strange behavior. She stared at him, not saying a word as he approached her. Silence filled the air, creating an awkward moment.

“Excuse me, you weren’t going to do anything foolish, were you?”

“Maybe, maybe not,” she answered.

“The suicide rate is very high this time of year, so I have to be vigilant. Now, you can lie to me, say there’s nothing wrong, or you can come with me. Why don’t you be honest with yourself? Jumping won’t solve your problems, it will only make things worse for everyone around you. So, what do you say, why don’t we call it a night?”

“Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? For your information, I don’t have any family. No one would miss me, not even my boyfriend. He left, didn’t even say goodbye. He was all I had, all I could ever hope to have. He abandoned me, just when I was needing him most,” she cried.

“We all have sad stories, we just have to get over them,” the officer stated, placing his hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t understand, no one understands,” she cried.

“That’s where you’re wrong, I understand more than you’d imagine. When I was a kid, my father beat me. He never smiled, not ever. He was a cold, unfeeling man. At one point, I wanted to kill him. He hated me, he had always hated me. I left him, found help, and now I’m a police officer. Things can get better, you just have to be patient,” he stated.

“That’s a very moving story, but it doesn’t change anything. You’re not me, you could never be me. Some people can handle tragedy, others can’t. We’re two different people, living in two different worlds. That’s the way things are, that’s the way things will stay. You don’t know me, so don’t bother lecturing me on how to live my life. You cops, you’re all the same. So just, so righteous, but behind closed doors, you’re all like the rest of us,” she hissed.

“I’m only trying to help,” he stated.

“You want to know how you can help?  Leave, get back in your car, and don’t come back here. This isn’t your business, it’s mine,” she huffed.

“You think you’ve got me so figured out, don’t you? You think you’ve beaten me, but you couldn’t be more wrong. At this very moment, my friends are retrieving his body,” he stated.

“Body? What body?”

“The one you tossed in the river,” he huffed.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act so innocent, you know exactly what I’m talking about. You didn’t come here to kill yourself, you came here to dispose of his body. Little did you know, we found him upriver. Before long, we traced him back to you. How does it feel, to know that you’ve been caught?”

“He had it coming, nothing can change that. He meant everything to me, and if I couldn’t have him, no one could. It doesn’t matter, not anymore. He’s dead, that’s all that can be said for him. As for me, well, there’s still one thing left to do,” she stated.

“And what’s that?”

Veronica jumped, landing in the water below. She was gone, never to be seen again. The officer looked up at the sky, puzzled by what he had just witnessed.

“What a shame, she was one of a kind,” he laughed, leaving the bridge.

The End

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