DOCTOR STRANGE

39

ON MY WAY.

Disclaimer: The content below can be uncomfortable. It had suicide scenes. Kindly read-only if you're comfortable with it.

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After bidding my farewells to Marc and Emma I went back to my car. right now I'm on my way back to New York. Marc and Emma have been my closest friends ever since we were kids. There was a time when I had a big crush on Emma, but somehow I always felt that she treats me like a brother, I knew she liked someone else. She didn't felt the same way I felt for her. And somehow in that time when she and Marc started dating, I moved on. I still remember the feelings I felt for her, but in a corner of my heart I know they're just a memory of my first crush. I don't feel anything form those memories. Just something that reminds me of my teenage days. I don't feel the same way for her anymore.

They were my friends, they dated each other. I dated other girls. After school, we all get busy with our studies so we kinds separated. Marc and Emma broke up, they went their own separate ways. Marc studies business while Emma was majoring in journalism. I knew they separated But I always had a feeling that they still are concerned about each other, even after they broke up they think of each other. Whenever I call any one of them they try to dig information about the other one from me. They didn't have enough courage to directly call them. At first, I thought that it was just some lingering feeling that they still had for each other and will go away with time and they will soon get over it. But later I got sure that they still do love each other.

They are now engaged and moving in together. soon they will start a new life together. It's a relief that they subsided their pride and confessed their feelings for each other before it was too late.

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I was listening to music while driving back to the hospital. The way was long but the music and my overthinking brain helped a lot, so I didn't get bored. I am now driving on the Brooklyn bridge. The hospital is not far from here. I'll reach there in about fifteen minutes looking at the traffic now.

There was a lot of traffic on the road. So I was driving at a slow speed. Soon I had to stop the car because of the red light. I was sitting in my car looking around to find something for my interests. Suddenly I saw a familiar figure standing on the edge of the pedestrian walkway of the bridge. Looking down at the river. The figure standing there was pretty familiar but I can't quite put a finger on it. But one thing I was sure of, that the intentions of the person are not just to enjoy the view. They are much more helpless and dangerous. I quickly left my car there and ran to stop whoever it is. Being a doctor I think my first instinct is to save people, even if they can't save themselves. Sometimes people just need a little help to pull them from the dark Abyss they think they can never leave.

"Hey! What are you doing get down? It's dangerous. Come down, I'll help you. Don't do anything like that." I yelled while running to her. She was facing the opposite direction.

"Don't come near me. I don't want to listen to you. Just go away." She yelled back without looking back. Listening to her voice, I knew who she was. How can I not know? She was Catherine. The girl I felt was the most genuine when I saw her for the first time. You can never know what's going on in someone's head.

"Cat doesn't do that. Take my hand gets down. Think about your family, how they'll feel when you're gone. Running is not a way to get rid of your problems." I said as she looked back to see me. She looked shocked as she recognized me.

"Please get down. Listen to me." I said panicked as I saw her looking back down. Tears were flowing from her tears. She looked broken and tired. Opposite of how she looked to me just yesterday. Many people collected near the scene. They were all trying to help. Some were recording the scene with their phones in their hands.

"Please go away. I won't change my mind. I cannot bear it any longer. I cannot be what my parents want me to be. I don't want to disappoint them. I won't be a shame for them." She said and before I can grab her, she jumped off of the bridge. I ran to her but it was already too late. I quickly fetched my phone from my pocket and dialed 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" A voice came from the phone.

"Hello, I'm on the Brooklyn bridge. My friend just jumped off of it. Please help her." I said and cut the call.

Under-five minutes I saw a rescue team in the river looking form and body. She jumped from a height of 135 feet, to survive such a jump is hard but not impossible. All I can do for her now is just pray that she is fine. I wish I could come here a bit sooner