Steffanie F. reviewed on 4/26/2007 + 11 more book reviews

If I could make it to the bridge, the pain would stop. I just had to make it to the bridge, and the hopelessness would end. It became a refrain, running over and over in my head as I raced down the highway: Make it to the bridge, and the pain will end. It's hopeless. Just wanna die. Make it to the bridge.
When I finally reached the highest point of Tower Drive Bridge, I pulled over and stopped the car. I was so calm, so sure. I knew this was the right thing to do, and there was peace as I opened the door, stepped out, and walked around my car toward the guardrail.
As I reached the concrete barrier, I heard someone calling out to me.
"Ma'am! Ma'am!"
I ignored him as I took a deep breath...and jumped.

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