posted on Oct, 16 2004 @ 07:15 AM
My hand aches as I try to keep my four fingers firmly gripped on the precipice of the old bridge. Each tendon in my wrist is exploding in pain. Not
sure how much longer I�m going to last hanging here like this. Jagged rocks below and gravity hates me.
My whole right arm feels like it�s on fire. I can feel the broken, jagged bone protruding out of my left forearm now. It was numb when I first got
into this predicament, but now, my whole body is awash in pain��
Think dammit! I try and scream for help again, but my throat is so dry, I can barely manage above a whisper. How did I manage to get in this F�n
mess?
The sky is black now. No stars to see. The storm must be moving in. I can feel the dampness in the wind chill my skin. Each shiver racks my whole body
with pain. Every memory of this night echoes in my head in crisp detail.
My little brown eyed girl in the back seat asleep. My beautiful wife next to me, her smell as intoxicating as always. I see her out of the corner of
my eye as I glance her way. She turns and smiles back. Her mouth makes the words �I love you��.
The rough stone of the old bridge is digging into my finger tips. Not long left. Oh God! I close my eyes.
�LOOK OUT!� my wife screams. As I look away from my wife, my eyes catch a glimpse of her. Four, maybe five years old. Long blond hair. A knee length
PJ nightgown with small clowns and elephants stained all over it. Teddy bear clutched in her tiny right hand. And a look of shear terror as the head
lights speed towards her. I yank the wheel. Glass shatters. I�m hanging on the side of the bridge by one hand with a broken body. My wife and daughter
are in a ball of fire below me.
Gravity hates me. My fingers are growing numb. I just can�t. Baby I love you! Honey, I love you!
Here I come.
Gravity hates me.
(HSSC2)