Personal Narrative-My Uncovering Water At The Frosty Bridge

Everyday I walk past the flowing icy water
In the small stream that divides our town, listening to the flowing water hit the rigid rocks below,
The frosty winds in my face.
I begin to imagine myself atop of the steel railing of the bridge looking below onto the water.
The wind blows my hair and my chapped lips take a breathe in.
I fall, arms spread.
I feel as if floating downward.
I can feel my head bleeding out, my spinal cord twisted in more ways than ever imagined
My veins began to fill with cold water.
It isn’t like I could feel my fingertips before but now the numbness grew across my everything.
I lay in the icy flowing water looking at the rock on the shore.
I come back to the real world at the end of the bridge.
I’m too afraid