Letters To Lea

“What are you doing?” Someone shouted at me. I am at the bridge and planning to end my life but someone grabbed me and we both fell into the ground. “What's wrong with you?!” She shouted at me. I sat down and hug myself and cried. “Hey, hush. . . a-are you okay?” She hushed me and caressed my back. “My. . ." I sobbed. She hugged me tight. “My parents. . . they said I am useless,” I mumbled. She shove his hand on my back and hummed. I looked at her, she was still a kid like me. Maybe our age was closed. I am seven years old. Then I stopped crying, she held my hand and we walked towards home. She gave me an assuring smile, telling me it will going to be okay. We goes on a candy shop, she buyed some lollipop and hand me some. The shop has a television and they were watching a cartoon, so I and the kid stayed there for a while. And I am fine now. We decided to go home, and I never seen her again right after that day. Kyrios Colfer Gray