Post by Jez on May 9, 2008 7:56:42 GMT -5
((Open to preferably someone from Brooklyn who may have seen her around - Please PM me and ask first? 
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Maybe if she had been older, she could have prevented it. Maybe if she had known what was going to happen she could have saved her life. Maybe if she had never been born, it would have never happened. Jez just couldn't help but feel like she was the one responsible for her mother's death. The greenish brown liquid that foamed and sloshed many feet below where she stood seemed to be mocking her, haunting her, and taunting her. She couldn't let go of the terrible feeling of guilt. No one knew about her, or about who she was, and she intended to keep it that way. She was just another Newsie. No one cared about the skinny street rat called Jez. Not even her own father.
He knew that she was alive and living in the streets as a Newsie, and it disgusted him. He had divorced his wife and went out looking for his lover, only to find that she had died and left behind a child, who he found out had left the orphanage and was living on her own with a bunch of raggedy boys and girls. To him, she was a stain on his white shirt. He cant ever get rid of her or forget she is there, but she will always be there and will always irk him.
Jez leaned precariously over the railing of the Brooklyn Bridge. The swirling water beneath seemed to lull her in, almost invitingly. What if she jumped? No one would realize she was gone. They would just think that she ran away or something. It was a normal thing that happened in her lifestyle. She leaned over a bit more, gripping the cold railing with clammy hands. If she wanted to leave this world so badly to be with her mother and to escape the pain and guilt, then why did she feel so scared? What was holding her back? Could it be the faintest hope that her father would accept her? Maybe.
Just do it.
Her breathing came in short, frightened gasps as she began to move forward over the railing. She closed her eyes, and just as she was about to topple over the side, she felt a tight grip around her and was being pulled away - back to the safety of the bridge.
))Maybe if she had been older, she could have prevented it. Maybe if she had known what was going to happen she could have saved her life. Maybe if she had never been born, it would have never happened. Jez just couldn't help but feel like she was the one responsible for her mother's death. The greenish brown liquid that foamed and sloshed many feet below where she stood seemed to be mocking her, haunting her, and taunting her. She couldn't let go of the terrible feeling of guilt. No one knew about her, or about who she was, and she intended to keep it that way. She was just another Newsie. No one cared about the skinny street rat called Jez. Not even her own father.
He knew that she was alive and living in the streets as a Newsie, and it disgusted him. He had divorced his wife and went out looking for his lover, only to find that she had died and left behind a child, who he found out had left the orphanage and was living on her own with a bunch of raggedy boys and girls. To him, she was a stain on his white shirt. He cant ever get rid of her or forget she is there, but she will always be there and will always irk him.
Jez leaned precariously over the railing of the Brooklyn Bridge. The swirling water beneath seemed to lull her in, almost invitingly. What if she jumped? No one would realize she was gone. They would just think that she ran away or something. It was a normal thing that happened in her lifestyle. She leaned over a bit more, gripping the cold railing with clammy hands. If she wanted to leave this world so badly to be with her mother and to escape the pain and guilt, then why did she feel so scared? What was holding her back? Could it be the faintest hope that her father would accept her? Maybe.
Just do it.
Her breathing came in short, frightened gasps as she began to move forward over the railing. She closed her eyes, and just as she was about to topple over the side, she felt a tight grip around her and was being pulled away - back to the safety of the bridge.
