The water was cold and deep. The air was cool and moist. I could hear people whom I had never met above me screaming my name and yelling to ask if I was an idiot. After my feet left the iron beam I was standing upon, I definitely thought I was. Every ounce of pain I had ever felt washed away along with my cuts, overdoses, and dignity. My heart fell into a pit in my stomach and for a while, I thought this was the end. But it wasn’t. I sank deep, deep down into the water. I saw the images of blurry faces on the bridge in which I leaped off. And I couldn’t feel any limbs, though I could move just barely. Then suddenly, something pulled me out of both my mind and the water. I could breathe again. Short. Faint. Breaths.