Like an Arrow
They say that when you hit the water after a jump from an eighty feet high bridge, it stabs you like knives all over. Nothing is spared. ‘Getting knifed all over the body is an unbearable thought. And this is not to mention what follows next. Drowning is surely one of the worse ways to die. Three minutes of epic fight. A fight we are bound to lose. . One overriding fear of dying swamps our thoughts, washing away every other thought its way . Just like water flooding our lungs. Vague memories rush in those brief windows of time, like some final gasps of breath. Having had a near-drowning experience as a kid, for the life of me, I cannot fathom why someone would want to fling himself off a bridge and take his life. People have their reasons I presume; it is not my place to question them. It all started in 2010, a new promotion, affordable loans and a chance drive on a motorway lead me to this flat. The hoarding was nothing impressive. Rather bland, with the usual marketing spin of affo