Just another Tumor

Bridge

Ethan Davidson 

“Goodbye, Miss Type.” She got out my car and comes to my side and taps on the window. “What?” she leans in and kisses me on the cheek and says sorry. What am I supposed to do with that? I waited until she was in the house to leave her driveway. I don’t even want to go home. I don’t want to talk to my mother about anything, I don’t want to tell her it went well because if Sam ever comes over as a friend she’s going to end up asking if she’s my girlfriend and ugh. Can’t say it went badly because then I’ll never be able to bring Sam because mom will be a b***h to her. It’s ten thirty, I can wait till eleven to start to head home. I pull over by the bridge and get out. The river looks slow, a man jumped in it a couple weeks ago and was never found yet. They found a body just, wasn’t a man. Jumping into this river is a cliché. So many bodies are found in it every year, it’s sad. At least five bodies were found last year in it, I walked over to the middle of the bridge. The street lights reflect off it’s muddy colour. I look over the edge, it doesn’t scare me to die. I wanted to die after my diagnosis. Imagine a twelve-year-old wanting to die? It sounds sick.  

“Are you okay?” said a mans voice beside me. I guess if you’re looking over the edge of the red river it’s kind of suspicious at eleven at night. 

“Yeah, I’m good…” 

“Then why are you up here?” I look over to see a familiar f*****g face.

“Leave me alone, Minear.” f*****g trader, f*****g f**k head douche f**k off. 

“Dude, you’re the one looking over the f*****g bridge looking like a sad sack.” 

“Wow great analogy, leave me alone.” I walk to my car but the fucktard keeps following me.  

“For f**k sakes Davidson, will you just give it a rest? It’s been two years!” 

“Oh yeah? Doesn’t seem long enough.” I get in the car and drive off, f**k can this f*****g night get any worse? DING! You have got to be, f*****g kidding me! Stupid f*****g gas light, stupid f*****g Minear trying to act like he gives a f**k, stupid f*****g Sam for being… nothing. Sam didn’t do anything wrong she just, thought she was over the other guy but she isn’t. She’s just trying to figure her life out and bring it back to normal. No wonder why she doesn’t want to date me.     I am the complete opposite of normal. f**k. It’s almost twelve. I drive home and all the lights are off. Breathe Ethan, they’re going to scream at you for being out so late on a school night.  Just go in, nothings gonna happen. I walk in and expect to see mom waiting for me on the couch but she’s not. I walk by my parent’s bedroom and see them both in bed. Okay then. I go to my room and sprawl out on the bed. I hate my life.