He felt the air cooling his face as he was falling, rushing to the water. He felt like flying. He held his breath and entered in the river’s cold water.
Then he opened his eyes. The water was so clear that he could see the stones at the bottom; the sunlight could go straight to them and make them shine. While sinking, he glanced at his feet and hands so white with the coolness. After that, he looked upwards the surface to see the bubbles going up as they were released from his mouth.
He thought that he could see the bridge which he had just jumped from.
As he had no air in his lungs, he sank more and more; until a colder layer of water surprised him. He resisted this sudden feeling of fear to it and kept on sinking. When he reached the bottom he felt the slippery stones, the softness of the sand and the calm of the silence.
His ears started to ache and his heart’s beatings became louder and stronger. But he didn’t want to go up so he held a heavy stone and stayed there; quiet, silent, calmed.
He was able to hear some noises which he thought were kids swimming in the surface.
After a few moments he couldn’t bear the pain in his ears anymore and his lungs were desperate for air. He let go off the stone and swam the way up. It was a long shot now that he needed air so much. Finally he emerged and took a deep breath. It was really close to dying he thought. He also thought that it was enough just jumping to the water and not to go down to the bottom.
Then he realized that the kids around him were staring at him astonished. They shouted excitedly asking him to do it again, to jump from the bridge again. They didn’t know he was trying to kill himself.
He nodded in approval nut said nothing. He walked out of the river and climbed up to the
His hands were shaking, his beatings were strong and the wind felt colder. Death kissed hi cheek when he finally jumped for the last time.