Awfully Quiet
isn't it such a nice day today?
Heather Poulin killed someone on a warm June evening.
She stood and watched as he climbed onto the rail of the bridge. A smile was exchanged and he chuckled for a moment, but the next time she blinked he had let go and fallen forward. He hit the water and she panicked, rushing forward to the bars and looking down, her heart in agony when she couldn't see his body.
"He just jumped off the bridge. He jumped off the fucking bridge. Oh my god."
It took a while but his body was found floating further down the water. No pulse, no sign of life, no boy left. Just a body soaked to its skin that had a mother to mourn and a father to desert. And when the funeral comes, Heather Poulin cannot attend.
"My duty? What about your fucking duty? Name one person who noticed he wanted to kill himself."
Then a few days after she stood on the same bridge, unable to climb the rail but unable to move. So she stands there, no tears in sight, and holds the place he last touched.
"If he asked me to go again, I'd do it in a heartbeat."
She stood and watched as he climbed onto the rail of the bridge. A smile was exchanged and he chuckled for a moment, but the next time she blinked he had let go and fallen forward. He hit the water and she panicked, rushing forward to the bars and looking down, her heart in agony when she couldn't see his body.
"He just jumped off the bridge. He jumped off the fucking bridge. Oh my god."
It took a while but his body was found floating further down the water. No pulse, no sign of life, no boy left. Just a body soaked to its skin that had a mother to mourn and a father to desert. And when the funeral comes, Heather Poulin cannot attend.
"My duty? What about your fucking duty? Name one person who noticed he wanted to kill himself."
Then a few days after she stood on the same bridge, unable to climb the rail but unable to move. So she stands there, no tears in sight, and holds the place he last touched.
"If he asked me to go again, I'd do it in a heartbeat."