I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around my waist and pull me back against the bar tightly. I screamed, kicking my legs as I broke down in tears, smacking the man's arms. I looked down at his arms, one being completely tattooed up, the other bare. His nails were painted white, some of them chipping. I continued to sob, feeling his arms slowly move as he stood up, one arm holding me as the other moved over the bar, grabbing my arm tightly. I squeezed my eyes closed tightly as my body felt weak, the man soon having his grip on me over the bars, slowly pulling me over it. He backed up quickly from the side of the bridge, dragging me along with him and lowering himself to the ground. I tried pushing away from him, but his grip never loosened. I screamed terrible things at him that I probably should've.

"I'm gone. I'm so gone. Just let me be gone you idiot!" I sobbed and screamed, digging my nails into his arms until they bled slightly, but never did he once pull away, or show any signs of weakness. I eventually gave up, practically laying across him as he held me tightly, sobbing into his arm.

"W-why d-didn't you just let m-me go.."