SUICIDE WARNING (I've been feeling kind of down this week and I kinda took out my emotions on this poor girl named Faith... because irony)

Faith looked at the black sharpie drawing on her arm. The cold air tossed her hair across her face. The faded lines that had been drawn over many many times were wobbly where they were once perfect.

"The truck never even saw her. Faith, she probably didn't even feel a thing."

A tear struck her arm blurring the lines. Her thoughts began to wander again.

"Why are you still crying over this Maria girl? It was a year ago." her father asked annoyed.

"Because maybe, just maybe, I loved her, dad!" 

"You're still grieving you would-"

"Yes, I would! We were together." Faith screamed through the tears. A slap hit her cheek.

"Get out. Don't come back until you get this foolish notion out of your head." her father's voice was cold.

Faith remembered looking at her mother and sister, both of whom avoided her eyes. Her brother grabbed her suitcase and drove her to his house where she stayed.

The tree's rustled restlessly as if they were just waiting for her to choose. The breeze brought her mind to a happier memory.

"Get your beautiful ass over here, Faith! I'm cold!" Maria whined.

"I wanted you to draw on me again." Faith said sitting on the shorter girl's lap and handing her the package of sharpies.

Ten minutes later the picture of an angel with multicolored wings graced her arms. 

"Because you're my gay angel." Maria giggled.

"You're such a dork!" Faith laughed laying on top of the other girl and kissing her through her giggles. 

Faith's tears ran down her face as she stepped closer to the edge of the bridge and leaned over it looking at the cars speeding past below her. A truck passed by.

"Hello?" Faith's voice was worried when she answered the phone.

"F-Faith?" Maria's mother's voice was broken and hard to understand.

"Miss Berkley? What's wrong?" Faith asked trying to keep her heart from sinking.

"M-Maria, truck... she... d-d... died on impact... d-drunk dr-driver." Miss Berkley's voice was barely more than a whisper.

"What? No. No." Faith felt her stomach turn inside out and her heart explode. "This isn't funny. Miss Berkley this isn't funny. This is a sick joke." The sobs on the other side of the phone caused Faith's vision to go blurry. "FUCK!" The phone cracked as it hit the wall of the living room. 

Faith grabbed the nearest object, a vase full of flowers from Maria from when she asked Faith to prom, and hurled it at the wall. "FUCK!" She grabbed books and papers. "GODDAMN IT!"

"Faith?" her mother's voice came from behind the door. "Sweetie, what's wrong?"

"NO!" A picture thrown at the wall, glass shattering. "NO!" a fist to the wall, knuckles bruising. "NONONONO!" A knocked over table. "N-no." A broken girl sitting in a broken world.

Faith threw a leg over the side of the bridge. The voices of her classmates echoed in her head.

"Fucking dyke."

"Poor, Faith, her girlfriend died."

"Maria? She was a slut, world's better off without her."

"Probably jumped in front of the truck."

Faith looked down. 

"I'm sorry, Maria."

She let go and dropped. The impact never came. Someone had a hold of her arm. Faith started crying, just wanting it all to end. She opened her eyes and saw her body twenty feet down, cars surrounding it. Faith's eye's traveled up to who was holding her arm and saw the smiling face of Maria. 

"You really shouldn't have done that, I could have waited for an eternity." 

Faith sniffed. "I don't think I could have."