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I stood on the edge of the bridge, looking down into the murky waters below. Everyone I had ever known in my lifetime was around me, trying to get me not to jump. Like it would work. If they knew me, they would know that their attempts were futile and proved to be no use; when I had my mind on something, there was no stopping me. I was determined to end my life once and for all. Ray came up behind me.



"Don't do this. You're being stupid, careless, and you've lost your mind. Come one. Back up," he begged. I narrowed my eyes, not turning around to face him.



"So I'm stupid now huh?" I asked with a sneer.



"Yes! Do you realize what you're going to do?" he shouted, throwing his arms into the air.



"Yes. I am quite aware of what I'm doing thank you very much," I told him in clipped tones. Catherine stepped up beside him.



"He's right Kaleigh. Think about all of the people who care about you," she said. I rolled my eyes.



"Have you noticed that I don't give a flying fuck? If you have, please tell me the purpose of my life. Please. I'm just dying to know," I said with a sadistic laugh. My first friend, who I had known since I was a baby, Tiffany, came up and almost stood next to me.



"What caused you to do this? Why do you want to? Remember all the good times we had together? How we used to make mudcakes and visit Jasper's grave and play the Lion King? Why do you want to do this?" she asked. I slammed my eyes shut as the painful yet wonderful memories flashed across my mind.



"I've just lost the will to live Tiff. Nothing I do matters to me anymore. I'm just a shell of who I used to be. I'm not Kaleigh Hall anymore, Tiff. I don't know who I am."



"I'll help you find yourself again. I promise I will. Just please, don't jump. Please..." she pleaded, tears running down her cheeks.



"I'd help too sis. I don't want you to do this. None of us want you to," Marina spoke out for the first time that night.



"Speak for yourself," my real sister said.



"See! Even that little bitch doesn't want me to live! And she's my own god damn sister!" I shouted.



"I want you to live," said the soft voice of someone from the crowd of silently crying people. He came up beside me, his shaggy, sun bleached brown hair blowing in the breeze. I glanced at him from the corner of my eyes.



"Who are you?" I whispered. He reminded me of someone I had wished of as a kid. After I stopped believing in love, I wished for a guy so perfect, I would love him forever, but hate him for being so damn perfect. I remembered what I had done that night.



I gathered bay leaves, berries, white and red rose petals, and other various herbs and plants from my mothers garden. I mixed them up in a terracotta bowl, mixing and joining their essences. I walked out onto the front porch and my sister came to stand beside me.



"What are you doing?" she snapped.



"Making a wish. A wish for a guy so perfect, I'd love him forever, but hate him for being perfect for me. He'll have one green eye..." I said wistfully, plucking a leaf off of a bush, "and one blue." I picked a blue colored berry from another bush. "Beautiful brown hair and half tan, half pale skin." As the wind kicked up, my hair flew around and I dumped the matter into the wind. It swirled around and out of sight, off to find that special guy.



He turned to face me. I looked at him again and studied his features, taking them in carefully. My heart skipped a beat when I saw his eyes. So captivating.



"One green eye and one blue," I whispered. He raised his hand to my cheek. I held his wrist and leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. A single tear escaped my eye and slid down, hitting his hand.



"Six years ago, a strange wind kicked up at my home. Funny little leaves and berries fell on me and I knew I was looking for you. You made a wish, and I'm here. You love me with your very essence. But you hate me because I fell in love with you. You hate yourself for making that wish, but you love yourself for doing it as well," he said. His voice was everything I'd ever dreamed he would sound like.



"What are you saying? You don't make any sense," I said softly. A friend from my old neighborhood, Dustin Petticord, angirly pushed his way through the crowd.



"Who the hell are you? What do you think you're doing?" he shouted. The guy looked at him.



"Trying to save her life, which is more than I can say for you. You've just been in the crowd watching with all these other saps," he said calmly. I clenched my jaw.



"This is exactly why I don't want to live. The ones I love are always fighting." I looked at him. "I'm sorry, whoever you are. My love, I guess." I turned to the rest of the people. "Take a picture. Cause the next time you see me, I'll be in my favorite dress with my favorite flowers in my hand. Anyone who really knows me will know what they are and what color. My will is in my favorite place in the world. If you know where that is, go find it, and make sure everything in there happens. Goodbye and good riddance," I said. I jumped into the icy waters below and didn't come back up.