I’m standing on a bridge, waiting in the dark. I thought that someone would be here by now. I can’t hear anything but the rain. Isn’t anyone trying to find me? All I can see is some lights far away.
I’m standing here crying, on this bridge in the dark. And I’m crying because you’re gone. It all happened so suddenly. The last time I saw you were yesterday. You were happy. You had a smile on your face, the most beautiful smile I’ve ever seen. This morning I woke up early, I could feel that something was wrong. I tried to call you, but you didn’t pick up the phone. I got dressed, took my bag, and left the house. The sun was shining, and I heard a quiet chirping of birds.
Suddenly I got this very odd feeling. I felt that something really was wrong; it was almost like a little voice inside of me. My phone rang, and I picked it up. It was all quiet on the other side, until I could hear someone cry. It was your mother. ‘-Hello?’ I said. ‘- Oh, Tina...’ she said. ‘-It’s Natasha. She’s gone!’ Natasha’s mother said. ‘-What do you mean gone?’ I said. ‘-Natasha was just going out on the street, and then a car came fast against her, and... Now she’s dead.’ She said. ‘-I know she’s gone.’ I said. ‘-A little bird told me.’