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  • She felt the wind push against her back, pushing her off the bridge. Her life had been falling for years. After the death of her best friend, Tyler Rose, Lexy had started to be more and more reckless.

    Two and a half years ago, in September of sixth grade, the two were out at a 7-11 on the east side of town. Lexy was spending the night at Tyler’s dad’s apartment with his family. Tyler and Lexy were practically family and would do almost anything for one another. Lexy's mom didn’t approve of her sleeping at a boy's house so she told her parents she was spending the night at a girlfriends house.

    As the two tweens were paying for their drinks at the counter, Tyler heard yelling outside. He had Lexy finish paying and trotted out. There was a fight happening. Lexy finished paying and ran outside after her friend. She saw two tall, older looking men pushing at each other while Tyler slowly walked toward them. Lexy stayed a few feet behind her counterpart. The boy asked the men what the problem was, not wanting there to be a fight.

    The two men turned towards Tyler together, putting their weight together they shoved the boy aside. Lexy ran over to her friend telling him urgently that it wasn’t worth it. At that same moment more men came out of the shadows. Suddenly there were two groups, one paired with each man. This was when the girl noticed that one group was wearing red and the other blue. She tried to drag Tyler away from the area. The groups started to fight and cut at each other but two men left the mob to come towards the kids across the parking lot. Tyler told Lexy to stay calm, they would be okay.

    Suddenly, strong arms came behind Lexy and pulled her away from Tyler. The girl thrashed around, screaming for her friend. A man was holding her away from Tyler. She watched the two men start to beat her first love. She saw a flick on steel in the red mans hand. Lexy screamed as the man's hand rocketed down in the boys body over, and over again.

    After a well placed kick she sent the man holding her to his knees in agony. Lexy ran to Tyler, screaming at the blood she saw seeping out of his body. Just as she got to him the red man's arm was coming down once more. His knife sliced into her arm before it could impale her friend again. She screamed out at the pain but pressed onto the wounds of Tyler. She needed the blood to stop, she needed him to stay alive.

    A car horn blared, bringing her back into reality. Tyler had been dead for over two years. The girls fingers were slipping from the bar, her body wanted her to fall, wanted to die. Thats when she saw the smoke lifting in the air under her body.

    That’s when she let go of the bar completely. She let herself fall.

    Some may say this story seems fictional, due to the third person writing style. I had to write my story in this way to distance myself just enough to get through writing the story.
    The reason a 13 year old boy went to stop a fight was because he was just that kind of person.
    Also, After I let go of that bar, I learned that I was not on a very tall bridge.
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