Personal Narrative-Suffering

I flash away along the street like a spark being lit before a fire. Im almost there, as I keep running across the bridge, when out of nowhere I hear him "Emma! Get back here now!" I turn around afraid of what might happen. He stops running at the other end of the bridge. Just faintly I can hear his cries like a banshee yelling at the top of his lungs. I look back up at the stars. The amazing celestial bodies illuminate the darkness, my fears crumble to dust beneath my feet, when it hits me. The only way to put an end to all the suffering, to all the pain is to end myself. It's the only way. The memories, the hatred, and the torment now linger in the distance as he gets closer and closer. I drop my bag and climb up to the edge of the rusted