So we are all now caught up with the things that had transpired before Jonathan went to the bridge. What remains is to go back to the beginning when a fifteen year old boy in his teens with a mere T-shirt and jeans was standing on the edge of a so called cursed bridge filled with rust and decay surrounded by tree lines of outstanding beauty on both sides of Glowell river.
Jonathan took a deep breath, closing his eyes and preparing to do the last jump of his life. He imagined what it would feel like and that scared him but he reasoned that this would be temporal pain that would soon end unlike emotional pain inflicted by a bully that seemed never-ending. This was for a just cause he thought and he was going to do it no matter what. So he shut his eyes tight to do what he came for.
“You are another one of those who come and end their life here, it’s a pity,” a voice said from the left side of the bridge.