Standing on the edge of the bridge I looked down at the water below, it was like silk dancing in the moon light. I looked up at the moon, it was round and full, perfect night for a werewolf if they existed which I didn't believe they did.
It was how the world felt about me, no one knew I existed that has led me to be standing on a bridge in the middle of the night. There was pure silence, no cars, no people, nothing. Just like me. I was nothing. I left a note for my parents explaining why I was doing this. As I was just about to let myself drop, to fall and plunge into the blue silk of the river I heard from behind me.
"Don't you think it's a bit dangerous to be doing that?" A man's voice spoke out.
I turned around to look at him, he wasn't any older than twenty five. He was about six feet and looked like he was a body builder or something because he had rippling muscles that would make any woman weak at the knees.
"What would you or anyone else care if I fell of this bridge?" I said.
"I don't, but just answer me a question? Why are you here?" He said.
"No one cares about me so why shouldn't I be?" I said.
"I don't believe that. If I cared enough to stop and talk to you, do you not think that others care too? What about your boyfriend I'm sure he cares." He said.
"Oh please! No one has ever touched me. They take one look at me and run in the opposite direction. Especially after they see my birthmark."
I'd had enough of him. I let go of the edge of the bridge and let my self fall. I felt the thud of the water hit my face, the coolness of the water as I allowed it to enter my lungs.
I was drifting off as I couldn't breathe anymore when I was abruptly pulled from the water. I was then dragged over to the bank and back on land.I was given the kiss of life and coughed up water, loads of it!
Then I was turned on my side, what I couldn't understand is why hadn't died. I should have with that amount of water in my lungs, I looked up and it was the man from the bridge that had pulled me from the water.
My blouse had opened from being pulled onto the bank, my breasts exposed to him as was my birth mark just above my breasts. It was in the shape of a pentagram which most people think is evil.
Every man I had tried to sleep with would run a mile but this man was different. He straddled me and stared at it.
"Where did you get this mark?" he asked me.